Something Not Related to Death and Sadness.

I really don't enjoy working overtime.  Sure, I love it when I get my check, but the actual work for it stinks.  It's the end of the year and I'm still working overtime.  Two weeks before the first of the year when the overtime really skyrockets and no respite.

I also realized before I saw all the pictures on Facebook that since the world is ending Friday, today is the last Monday ever.  Okay, not really, but I can dream. 

WAIT!  If the world ends, then I can't spend my overtime!  I guess the Mayans will have to just be wrong this time, or they ran out of space, or some other excuse.