I am working every single shift until next Tuesday (day off, woohoo!), including a wedding into the wee hours on Saturday.
I am dreading next Tuesday, because - providing I make it that far - I will not be in a fit state to do anything that needs to be done. Such as eat, or possibly breathe.
Our manager swears that the big boss will work us to death and beyond, and I think that the rigor mortis is already setting in at the ankles.
I will post a progress report soon, unless I realise that I AM actually dead.