How much more can work suck ass?

This week has been hell. Being on-call with two screaming, sick kids really sucks. It turns out, that there are worse things... like missing the 311 concert your friend utterly begged you to go to for weeks. Then missing the fabulous downtown bar hopping happy hour the next night that the same friend also planned many weeks in advance. All because you have to work late every night like a complete loser with no social life. Yes, that is me.

And here I am on a freaking Friday night working until 11:30 like some desperate and dateless dork. I hate missing fun with my friends, especially since the opportunities that we get to go out are so much more scarce these days.

So, I'm very sorry I didn't make it out at all this week. My job is turning me into a cubicle-bound, BGP-bashing asshole!