My Monday turned into a doozy before I knew it.
I ran up to Vancouver yesterday afternoon to visit a friend (more on border crossing later) and not surprisingly, didn't get enough sleep to feel peppy Monday morning.
Who really feels peppy on Mondays anyways?!
Then before I knew it work was piling on top of work.
But don't worry, I'm not going to go off about my job. This time.
Suffice it to say, I worked about 11 hours today when it was all said and done.
I didn't get an application done for some seasonal employment. But I swear I will tomorrow!
Most importantly, though, I squeezed in a martini. How else was I going to survive?