Both of my bosses left hours before quitting time. I spent the rest of the day trying to fix thier computers and get the office's wireless printer to work.
My car battery is dead. So until I scrape up enough cash to replace it, I have to bus/walk home or bum a ride. It was 102 out, and by the time I got home, my clothes were soaked. I showered, crashed into bed, and woke up around eight pm. I fixed Singapore street noodles for dinner, which was much harder than it ought to have been, read a little, and then worked on my short story. I headed back to bed around 4 am and slept until 2 pm when my cat barged into my room and used me as a trampoline.
2 pm! I haven't slept well for most of the week, but that's just ridiculous.
Also, a conversation I had yesterday.
Boss 1: We're going to have a meeting with XXX. Would you like to come? (Note: XXX is the website designer. There's no need to meet with him as he's finished with the company website. Now we just need to upload content.)
Me: Sure, I finished proofing the articles. What time?
Boss 1: One o'clock this sunday. (Note: Sunday?! You could have told me you were having a meeting on the weekend. Pointless meeting during week = fine. Pointless meeting during weekend = not so fine.)
Me: Um, well, my car. It's still not fixed, so I don't think I could make it...
Boss 2: That's no problem. I'll come pick you up. Don't worry.
Me: ... thanks.
Now I'm trying to think up a way to get out of this.