I worked for three hours on Saturday. I worked for about five hours on Sunday. Here it is seven hours in my workday and I have more work to do now then when I left the office Friday night.
There is a simple and logical conclusion here: I need to stop working weekends.
I get paid to dress pretty, go to court and talk to crazy people.
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