I Will Survive Part 2

I had the "pleasure" (written quite sarcastically) of working a Friday graveyard shift. It's bad enough that it's busy even when we are fully staffed. But when we are short staffed (as was the case last night) then it's mayhem. The last four hours of work were a blur because I was pretty much running around like a headless chicken. Actually I knew what I was doing but the fact of the matter is there's nothing I could do. There was a total of 26.75 hours of OT. Normally I would perish the thought of such a high number but that was what happened. I wish the end of the Holiday Inn would be on a positive note but I don't know sometimes.