Stealth Mode

Sometimes I think that I hate my job. It mainly revolves around the times when I am forced into working late or working the weekends. In an ideal world I would just quit. But that won't serve any good purpose. I need to pay those bills. What is a cat to do?

Well I have determined some courses of action. If I have to work late and work weekends sometimes, I should also be able to slack off at other times. Even though I share an office with another guy, he is always on the road. So I essentially have my own office. That has proved beneficial.

Unless I have a meeting I need to go to, I normally don't come in on time any more. I still get my work done because I am very proficient. I also try to get the heck out of work at the end of the day too. I just tell my peers that I am sick of working late every day. Then I just bolt at 3:00 or 3:30 PM regardless of when I get in. This makes me happy. Don't get mad. Just get even.

Staying up Late

I stay up late each night, studying for my college class, and also for a certification test I need to take. The loss of sleep catches up with me though. Yesterday I ate an early dinner and took a nap. Little Kat knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. In my dreams I mumbled, "No thanks".

By the time I did get up, I found that my work had called me. It is never good to get a call from work after hours. They had a serious problem and needed help. I told them I needed to be in the training I was attending. Their solution was for me to go in to work before training.

I stayed up late again studying. Around 2:00am, I heard some noise upstairs. So I finished up my work and went up to check it out. There were no lights on. So I went to bed. Mamma Kat said she had just gone to bead after staying up late to read. I got a couple hours of shut eye, then was the first to wake up and leave for work. It is a tough schedule.