Making up hours

It is Saturday afternoon, and what am I doing? Well, I am at work doing some stuff for a public involvement meeting that has been consistently been postponed. I have some time that I have to make up for doctor's appointments for my little boy. Did I mention that rotavirus poo smells horrid? And, no, I am not "making up the hours" in the context of fabricating hours to dress up my timesheet. The little one's doctor's appointment and I also need to start getting in some extra hours. The 500+ dollars I just spent on car repairs is a kick in the crotch financially. Overtime would be a good thing. Luckily, I only have 2 more hours to go.

At least this gives me some time to clean off my desk, and organize the mess that is my office/cube/workspace. Oh well, Back to the grind.