If it was a joke, it was a particularly apt one.
A little while ago I ended up doing 12 days in a row, and in the last 7 of those days I did just over 69 hours. This was mainly on the Monday and Tuesday - I worked short(ish) days over the weekend so I could wash some clothes and buy food, then got into work on 09:15 Monday and worked continuously right round until 18:35 on Tuesday. This was to finish a piece of work which should have been completed by the Monday morning, and which I'd been given to start about 2 weeks too late.
I didn't feel too bad, considering.
Never got a bloody "thank you" for it, though, so next time they can shove it. And if anyone complains I shall point out that weaknesses in the managerial process are simply NOT my problem.
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The Sociable Hermit says:
Rock'n'Roll...