Mandatory Overtime.
The edict came from the director of operations a couple of weeks ago. Everyone on the floor had to complete ten hours of overtime by the end of the month. I worked last night until midnight, and had to return this morning by 8, walking home an hour last night and riding the bike this morning. I stuffed a loaf of cheese bread in the side pocket of my cargo pants for breakfast.
This is my day off. It's a perfect Indian Summer Day and my other blog has gotten 12,500 hits for the month.
There are a hundred other places I'd rather be than here. They couldn't pay me enough to make this worthwhile, and they don't. Uncle Sam takes half the money anyway.