Sick in the workaholicky head, at least.
We just had a meeting at work. We're pretty much expected to work at least 55 hrs a week until, oh, the end of the year.
I knew it was coming. We all did. It's part and parcel of the job. Just one of those things, you know.
A normal human being would feel sad about these crazy, stressful hours ahead of us, about the fact that yet another year of holidays will pass while we while away our time in our cubicles.
But I'm actually excited about the next few weeks.
Then again, I always loved finals week in college.
Yep. See what I mean? Sick in the head, I am. Sick in the head.