February is my busiest month at work, and though the 2019 crush is mercifully over, I'm still feeling its effects. I stare into space a lot. I've worked 288 hours this month, and the month ain't over yet.
You can imagine my pleasure in hearing from my two former leads—one skiing in Italy, the other snorkeling in Hawaii. The latter's kid caught an ear infection that prohibits flying, so now she's "stuck" in Hawaii. She went to change her flight, and lo and behold, her new flight is cheaper and saved her $350. She checked in at work and found she'd gotten a raise and bonus in absentia.
I'm doing this work thing wrong.