It's awfully late...

... and I am at work.

Apparently I am a glutton for punishment. The second shift supervisor for my company is out on medical leave for 8-12 weeks - leaving the second shift without a manager. After a few other leads fell through, my boss asked me if I would take it on.

I said yes.

What in the world does this mean?

My new & improved hours are from 2pm to 12:30am, Monday through Thursday. Four 10 hour days. Sort of. The second shift runs overtime on Fridays... negating my 3-day weekend. This also does not count calls & what-not if my clients need me since I will maintain service of my accounts while pulling this stint.

Among other big changes is that I have been moved to a new office. I no longer have a window & my new digs are so noisy that I have gotten a headache 2 days in a row. And it's so cold I have dubbed it Siberia!

Well, my first stint on the second shift is about over, so I am outta here!

Tap ... tap ... tap

(Not sure if I have already written about this, but here goes!)

Ahhh... the rapping of nails on a hard surface. The sensation. The sound. Yum!

After a hiatus of a few years, I have claws again! Using some of my birthday money as a start, I had gel overlays put on since I actually had nails long enough to bother with for the first time in ages.

Rap ... rap ... rap

I missed that sound!

Currently I'm wearing a red polish that the ex picked out which is way fun since he rarely does stuff like that. Of course, now I have worry about breaking a nail again! HA ~ I'll take my chances.