...but I figured out a way to work around the evil HR and payroll trolls:
Sure, I don't get to see or spend time with my family, but I can bank the days and finish work a paid week early. I am brilliant.
(posted from work)
In January of 2005, my son C. died. Then he was born. These are the 8 million pieces of my life, as I pick them up,one by one.
And now, featuring the addition of our second beautiful child, BB and his lovely sister E.