I remember working a job where I crammed forty hours of work into three days; I'd spend the first three days of my "weekend" in bed. And the fourth wasn't quite as enjoyable as one might have hoped.
I worked that kind of schedule in a residential program for two years. Only time I ever quit a job with no other job to go to. Well, except for when I fled Wal-Mart. Both times, sanity trumped income.
Crashing to announce important Nilly news: please check Beep Me.
Pi baby! Congratulations Nilly! (And Nilly-related personages.)
This means I have to go to the hospital and take pictures of the new born ASAP for y'all, right?
(Who can study after such news?)
Yes, this is what it means, Shir!
This is Day 4 of an evil migraine, and I woke up long enough to call in to work...and I was rewarded for my being awake with the marvelous news of Nilly and Khusband's Pi baby!!!
That is quite literally the best news I've heard in weeks, and I'm teary-eyed with joy.
Shir, if you can manage pictures, that would be incredible.
You absolutely must, Shir!
This means I have to go to the hospital and take pictures of the new born ASAP for y'all, right?
If there are no pictures, there is no proof. (In other words, yes, please.)
Pi baby! Congratulations to Nilly and her DH! Shir, pictures would be great if you can do it.