What is that, 72 hours?

One more day. I know I can handle it. Just one more day, and then, a 3-day weekend.

I paid my dues, worked over the holiday, and starting Friday morning I get my turn. I may have no major plans, but that's ok. Maybe I'll take a drive! Read a book! Go to the beach!

I won't think about the power outage, the down server, the bitchy IT girl, the nice IT guy, the employee who swears she told me she wouldn't be in at all next week, the pull list only 1/3 done, the co-worker who got another job, the other co-worker who might, the forgotten lunch on the kitchen counter, the missing ATM card, the 45 minutes it took to go one mile when leaving work, or the guilt over the large Coke and chocolate chip cookie.

Nope, I will go to bed, get 5 hours of sleep and start an hourly countdown in the morning. Well, I would start an hourly countdown, if I knew when I'd be leaving. Being in charge just got another tally mark in the Cons column.

3 days may not be much, but I'll take it.