I thought the title "Pharoah's Fury" and the photos of the ship swinging back and forth are sort-of appropriate to describe my recents weeks. We had a successful event on Thursday. I got to the office at 8:30 a.m., drove to the Banquet Hall at 2:30 p.m. to get ready for the event starting at 5:30. It concluded at 9:45 p.m.; I loaded up the after-event stuff into the car and got home almost midnight! Unlike the previous workplace where I handled most of the arrangments, there were many other staff working that night. However, I was expected to take care majority of the work being that the event was part of my job description.
After two weeks of putting extra time (average 9+ hours everyday), I really look forward to going back to the regular schedule. I am still trying to get used to being hourly compared to having always been a salary employee. There is no time-clock to punch in-and-out, just an expection that I have to be at my desk by 8:30 and leave at 5:00 p.m. At this point in my life, I don't really get excited about the overtime pay. I would rather trade the money for time-off, not working on either Friday or Monday. As I get older, a 3-day weekend has become more precious than an extra digit in the net income column.