Once upon a time I had two jobs. I worked seven hours a day at the first one, and then went to my second job for 8 hours. Would get home about 1 am, then up at 6 to start all over again. My 8 hour job was m-f and the 7 hour was 3 week days and sat and sun, so only 3 days a week I worked 15 hour days, but never a day off.
One morning I went to work and my undies fell out of my pant leg at work,
yea I was getting tired, I only lasted 3 months doing that.
Oh, and today we made bagels. They were yummy. And we mixed stuffs in with the cream cheese to make different flavors.
And we made soup, and enchiladas and salad.
We started the dough for pita bread and got the ingredients together to start pizza tomorrow.
Wish work could be like this every day, make food, then eat it!
I took a nap when I got home.