I just finished up all the manual work my supervisor sent home with me. Yes, I worked on Sunday. Yes, I am going straight to hell in a handbasket.
And that's not the only bad thing I've done lately: last night we cruised over to Bed, Bath & Beyond and spent some dough for a few "useful" things. We got a nice bamboo dish drainer & the matching utensil basket, a slightly less expensive version of the spice rack I'd seen in the circular, my Be Active sciatica brace (!!! can't wait to see how well this works, could be a game-changer; got my fingers crossed!!), a little set of under the sink drawers for the master vanity, and a nifty thing that I hardly know how to describe. It's one of those multi-tools for escaping the car, with a glass-breaking pointed hammer, a seat belt cutter, a flashlight, and another nifty feature: pop the pointed hammer into the door-latch space (door is open, natch) and a handicapped person can use the very secure handle as an assist to getting in or out of the car. I've already used it for both, and it is quite secure, and gives me a good handle to support myself there. The Plaidman spotted the thing at the register, and after we bought it he peeled off the packaging -- I don't think I even saw the name on the pack.
So we're guilty of enjoying having a little money to throw around!