Today has just been insane.

I have been covering for Bryan while he's away on holidays on Mondays. He starts work at 6AM. Ouch. Well, today, being the 2nd Monday I've come in, I walk into the reception area and find him standing there.

Great. It turns out that I am covering today for Terry and he has the late shift today. Until 7PM.

What to do when you are not thinking straight at 6AM?

So, I sat down at my desk. Had my croissant and coffee. Worked on some outstanding issues and calming down crazy clients. Got up at 10AM and said I am going home.

I went home. I cleaned up after Lem (of course). Worked on my blog. Had a great workout. I felt so energized and buzzed.

That all fell to pieces on my way to the skytrain at 2:30 PM to make the balance of my shift. Crap. Why do I have to go back?