Work is work

I've worked 15 hour days for the last 3 days. Tomorrow is my birthday. I got called in again. I've had 15 hours of sleep in the last week. I hate this. I need the money to pay our bills, to pay my credit card and the vacation we just had and pay his credit card and get money for the apartment, but... this is ridiculous. I'm gonna die. They don't care. I tried to explain that if they kept me any longer I would fall asleep on the way home, and they didn't seem to care too much. They just told me I can't leave because I'm scheduled. If I got in an accident on the way home they'd better feel really fucking bad. It's not safe to have us out that late. I'm changing my hours. I can't do this. I keep thinking about quitting. At least I could go to Country USA! (even though I have no one to go with....Thanks for bailing, Michelle.)