Last week I marched into work on Monday, grimly determined that the two blissful weeks of having Thursday off would not make me soft, would not make me expect days off in the middle of the week. And then the snow came. So here I am on Monday, struggling with the concept that I have to be here for FORTY WHOLE HOURS this week. That’s cruel and unusual! I mean, I’ve worked here about eight weeks—counting Thanksgiving, only half of them have been forty-hour weeks! How am I supposed to apply myself rigorously when I’m being conditioned to expect days off? :)