Still At Work

I love it. It's 7:39 pm and I am still here. I'd like to go home. As a matter of fact, I think I will go home relatively soon. I'm only sticking around to see if I can read up on as many of the next issue's stories as possible. All I want to do tomorrow is write up my press releases and have everything pretty much ready to be sent out on Saturday and Sunday.

This is my last weekend and damn it, I want it to so as smoothly as I can make it. What's killing me right now, however, is the fact that most of the journalists are running late on having things in to the editors. Grr... Ah well, it's deadline day. Why should anything be be in on time?

Grrr... you know what? Fuck it. I'm going home. What are they going to do, fire me?