What a weekend...

"I feel like a chipmunk who just got run over...then had to be at work at 8:30 on a Sunday morning..."

Wow, what a weekend. This is gonna be one uber-post of nothing special, other than my weekend, cause there's been so damn much going on.

So we start with Friday, and the dreaded 12 hour day. In honesty, it wasn't all that bad. I was actually finished any kind of serious work by around 3-4. Now, that doesn't mean that I wasn't kept around doing menial tasks until 7 o'clock, but that's hardly the point. Having said, it still went by pretty fast, after the first 5 hours had passed. But then what does one do when one finishes work at 7 on a Friday night? Why, one waits for ones workmates to be allowed to leave, then one goes to the bar and starts drinking with the aforementioned workmates. And how. I didn't think that drinking with a bunch of oldies would be that much fun, but it was good times. I'll admit, this could have been because I hadn't eaten since lunch and got pretty "fuzzy" pretty fast, but it was a good time anyway. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, alcohol is the social lubricant.

Then there's Saturday. I'm only gonna skim over Saturday, because it was just a lot of frustration and ridiculousness. Suffice it to say, I got very annoyed (Read: Computers are stupid), I have a love-hate relationship with Best Buy (with an emphasis on Best Buy being stupid), and I now have yet another MP3 player, except I returned the old one and this one is exactly the same as the old one (well, the same, minus the chip in the chrome that I created when I dropped it on the kitchen floor....hehehehe, radioshack suckers :P).

Which brings us to today, which was Sunday last I checked, and the quote of the day, at the top. This perfectly epitomises how I feel. Dead. Very much dead. I never want to see 7am on a Sunday ever again, unless I partied so hard the night before, I hadn't slept. Now, that's a crappy start to a day, but the story gets better. We drive into Toronto (in the Finch area, if you care) and set up our rock-climbing wall. So, me and the other guy I'm working with are, well, working for an hour or so (so it's around 10:30-11:00), and we think, "Hey, where did the boss go?". Yeah, that's right, he left, and took his truck with him. Well, no problem, we can handle the situation, right? Why sure. Problem is, my water bottles and sun cream were still in the car. So we're both stuck out there with nothing to drink and no sun cream and no one to cover for us while we go to get a drink until a little past 2. We packed up the wall, got into the truck, and I almost passed out. I'm still out of it now. I actually got tired from standing earlier. Not walking, not climbing stairs, standing. Just plain standing. I need rest. It was a long day

[EDIT: I also got sunburnt...GRRRRRR]

And that's my weekend in most of it's entirety. Another week over my friends, and back to the daily grind on Monday. I get the overwhelming impression that I'm gonna find out why people hate Monday's so much this week.

Pete