Well..... it happened.
Unintentionally of course.
First you start off by saying.... Eventually I will get help and get a day off.
That help never comes though and a week stretches by. No big deal.
A week doubles into two, now you get a bit stressed out. Things aren't supposed to work this way right? I mean really NOW it is time for a day away.
That never happens either as your scheduled day off falls victim to emergencies, and scheduling faux paus.
Once you are heading onto 21 days your thought process is, "Well, I never thought I would get this opportunity" so you sack up for 3 weeks and it arrives soon enough.
Then you give up hope, it is only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything, you give up hope.
Things become mundane in every facet, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. You give up hope. Finally you get a reprieve and instead of 11 hrs straight you get a break of 8 hrs instead.
Then back to the grindstone.
Closing in upon 28 days you get a bit giddy, I mean really lets review
1. You haven't gone totaly and completely insane
2. You can't blame anyone but yourself
So......... you close in on 28 days. GREAT
4 X 7 = 28 which of course dictates 4 weeks straight.
At this point it all melts in. There is no saturday or sunday. There are no days of the week. People blend in and out.
then once you reach 28, well fuck it, go for 30!!
Now I am here.
and I am wondering.
What kind of dining set really defines my life?
