Thank God I Can Go Home At 9pm

That was the thought I had today.
How screwed up is that?
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I have been pulling 14 hour days for 2 weeks now to clear the mess others made.
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I hardly have time to do actual work during regular hours with all the friggin meetings i have to attend. My email quota blew up ages ago and before I could clear it, I was chided because their email bounced when it was addressed to me.
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I think I was a tad rude when I just handed them my card (containing my mobile number) and told them to call me directly if they had anything important, and I walked off.
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I was eating my lunch only to have my personal space invaded by work questions. But this time round, I was rather diplomatic and told them my chicken was getting cold. They got the drift. Thankfully.
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So here I am back home at 2136 typing out my frustrations because I managed to complete my action items by 2100hrs. I just shook my head when the "Thank God I can go home at 9pm" thought entered my mind. I muttered..I am one sick puppy to have thoughts like these.
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tired... woof woof woof.....zzzzzzzz