That is what my boss and I were saying as we sat exhausted on the couch at work last week. There were trips to the ER, allnighters to finish projects, holiday gatherings and more hours worked than what a human being should have too.
Then this week we had a school shooting at Oxford where many of our dear friends have children that attend. The staff got the flu or a cold and so we are working while trying to keep our eyes open and our noses from running. I got a flat tire from a nail. Houses are a disaster because after working 56 hours with a cold nobody gives a fuck about laundry. Yesterday we sat on that same couch and said well there is still hope for next week.
But honestly I don’t think either of us is feeling convinced.