I clocked out today with 6 1/2 hours overtime.
Last Sunday, I clocked out with 1 1/4 hours overtime. Add in lunches as just-time-in-work-environment and that equals a whole fricking lot of underpaid hours of my life wasted at a mall.
So, of course, my hours the next two weeks are cut.
I'm a Zombie staring at The Wall of My Inner Eye.
Oh, yeah, Happy Father's Day.