Everyone starts the 10-hour days, and it will be VERY obvious, at least to my department, that I'm *not* working 10-hour days.
If someone asks, smile pleasantly and say, "I don't think I'm allowed to discuss it." Which makes it obvious that there are Higher Powers involved.
Or, "I'm sorry, I can't chat, I don't have as much time as I'd like to get my work done."
I have a headache. But it isn't as torturous as listening to a game for 6 hours.
Or you could wear a discreet button that warns "If you ask me why I am not staying longer, I will fucking STAB you. Have a nice day."
We're 6-6 in the bottom of the 15th. I now feel compelled to listen to the end.
Ugh. Just got home from the Vet ER. One of the dogs I'm watching (not one at the house I'm staying at...one of the extras) fell down the stairs twice tonight on her way out to our walk. Then she tripped when we got to the corner, and she couldn't get up. She sat their for over ten minutes while I tried to decide what to do. Ended up taking her to the ER. Her mom is with her now. But, they might put her down. I'm really sad.
Oh, that's AWFUL, vw. I'm dog and cat watching for two different friends next week -- out-of-state wedding (one of whom I am also house sitting for and they have a KILLAH plasma TV/surround sound system AND big cable and superfast wireless (and the dogs are easy and sweet; also, very comfortable bed).
I would feel so bad if something happened while I was watching someone else's pet. Ugh.
Top of the 17th. Manny Acosta just pulled a hamstring.
That's dreadful, vw.
Good luck tomorow, Steph. I think I would just say "I'm moving to a shorter schedule" and not go into further detail.
{{{{Teppy and Erin and vw}}}}
Doggy~ma to the one who needs it.
Braves just won. 5 hours, 35 minutes, plus a 1 hour, 20 minute rain delay. Now they have to fly to LA.