I don’t like my new schedule at work. Thanks to our printer shortening our deadline, I am now forced to spend 18+ hours at work on Wednesdays. It sounds long, but I know it could be shortened if I got just a little bit of help from my co-workers (which will never happen). As it stands now, I am working a 45 hour work week in three days (Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday) for no additional money. So, I’ve decided to give myself Thursday off since I’m not getting paid for it anyway, thus giving me a four-day weekend.

When I was sitting at my desk at 1:30 a.m., I realized how invaluable I have become to my bosses. No one else can print and send the papers to the printer. In fact, I think it would be nearly impossible for my bosses to find someone else to work the hours I do, take the abuse I do for no benefits and a mediocre salary. This is a whole new Angela! I will no longer allow myself to be the office doormat! I’m going to flex my muscles and stand my ground. And in reality, I made A LOT MORE MONEY waiting tables. I miss waiting tables.