Want to know how crazy I am? I spent five hours today doing work that I brought home on the long weekend. Work. Even though I've given my notice, and deservedly so. Just can't brush off the work ethic, I guess. And in the scheme of things, I think that's a good thing. That even when I am in a job that doesn't appreciate me, I still try my best. It isn't about what "they" deserve. It's about the type of person I want to know I am.
At least I tell myself that while I'm working on a Sunday and knocking myself on the forehead to the beat of "Hel-lo!"
(this picture just amuses me. what are ya gonna do?)