Seriously, who wants to help me move? The silence is deafening.
I just finished Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon again, and maybe that's why I also find myself thinking in terms of math:
P = (30*X) + ([X-45]*15) + ([X-55]*7.5) + ([X-70]*7.5) so long as X > 55 before Saturday AM. Let X = hours worked and P = dollars paid. In my case, X > 55 on Friday, so the equation applied. I worked seven days straight, averaging around 11.5 hours per day. It may be that parts of my brain no longer function as they did at this time last week, but that's all right. The resultant paycheck will resolve a number of my outstanding debts. In fact, this week is roughly equivalent to last year in terms of gross income. Makes me wonder why I'm switching jobs next week.
In other news, I don't have an apartment yet, but I have a good idea which one it's going to be. I'm trolling Craigslist for terribly cheap apartments, but I suspect they're terribly cheap for a reason.
Tomorrow I'm calling in sick, dropping off some applications, trying to fit my two-day weekend into one day, and generally trying to be productive and efficient. You do the same.
--22:03 PM, EST, Warminster, PA
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