Update - things have gotten so fucked up and insane here at work that I just sat at my desk & cried. I hate when it gets to that point, but there's not much I can do when that happens.
It's definitely the Monday from Hell. I've still got papers on my desk from last week, and probably the week before that. And I'm seriously debating whether or not to stay late again to catch up on things. (Laundry? Fuck laundry! Sleep? Who needs it!)
And I'll shut up - you've got better things to do than read my whining about work. I'll try to write again when I'm in a somewhat less misanthropic mood.
It's definitely the Monday from Hell. I've still got papers on my desk from last week, and probably the week before that. And I'm seriously debating whether or not to stay late again to catch up on things. (Laundry? Fuck laundry! Sleep? Who needs it!)
And I'll shut up - you've got better things to do than read my whining about work. I'll try to write again when I'm in a somewhat less misanthropic mood.