Works

It's 10:02pm, and my day just started. My mouth burns and my stomach gurgles restlessly. Those wings again. And no malt tonight, they're out. "I'm in love with this soul, it's a meaning that I understand" runs through my broken headphones.

This day is almost over, I'll hope to be asleep by 11:00 tonight. But laundry needs to be done, the dishes grow impatient, and the FTTA reading list needs some attention. Another simple day; Work and dinner, then it's time to start the cycle again.

A fifty-five hour week requires eleven hour days, unless you want to work weekends. No sir! An eleven hour day means you arrive at nine (no since in coming earlier since India is still working until about then), and stay until 8. You can take an hour lunch break, if you want to stay until 9pm that evening. It is very glamorous.

I have special incentives. Overtime meals! My $16 dinner is covered by Diner's Club. It comes through as taxable compensation, but what do I care? My tax bracket is very understanding.