Baked Like Me
Yugh. My new job also includes taking turns (with my two cohorts) carrying the "after-hours emergency support phone". No real biggie, I used to carry a pager or cell phone at my last job too.
Except once in a while, that kind of lifestyle will give you a little kick in the n*ts just to remind you who's boss.
See, the phone rang last night. Just shy of 3 a.m. The problem was one of those weird things that doesn't resolve quickly. So, at 1240 pm, somewhere under ten hours later, the problem was resolved.
And holy crap, am I tired. I'd be asleep right now if I wasn't making a couple batches of macaroni (and... um... blogging).
I'm not quite at the "being awake is making me want to puke" stage, but I might be there soon.
So, before that happens, I bid you good night. Afternoon, morning, whatever. Even *I'm* not sure.