Let the slave-driving commence!

Remember how busy we were at the office the last week before Christmas? Picture that times three. That's what January is looking like about now. I already got dragged in Monday, despite the original plan being that we got that day off, and it's only looking worse: management's determined to meet the next set of deadlines come hell or high water, which means everyone gets to work long days and weekends until the smoke clears. Hopefully things will be where we want them by MLK Day, but in the meantime, I'll don't expect to so much as get home before 8pm from here on out. (Think of the overtime pay, Chris, think of the overtime pay.) Expect me to be effectively incommunicado for a couple weeks.