With apologies to the late, great Eddie Cochran and his great tune “Twenty Flight Rock”:

Oh I have a job where from time to time
Things get so crazy it oughta be a crime
Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest
And Monday all this hassle has become a test
Excel spreadsheets all over the place
And to get through all my e-mail, baby, it’s a rat race

So I work one, two hours, three hours four
Five, six, seven hours, eight hours more
Starting on the tenth I’m starting to sag
Goin’ on twelve I’m ready to drag
End of the night, I’m too tired to blog

That’s it, off to bed.