I need a hug

If all the world's a stage, and we're merely players, how does your next scene begin?

Black and white .22 caliber bullet

The next scene begins with me sitting at my desk with a gun to my head.



...keep reading...



Some days I hate my job more than others. Today is one of those days. Some days it's extremely easy for me to be in a good mood and other days I wake up with a short fuse.



Clearly I'm joking about the gun to my head, life is not that bad and come 4 o'clock, I'm out of here on to bigger and better things [except for today, because I have to stay and clean]; 4 o'clock I'm no longer working. It's real easy for me to forget about work once I'm gone.



I know how to do my job and I do it extremely well. I don't need to be reminded of something that I have every intention of getting to before the week ends.

Unfortunately for me today, part of my job is answering the phone and the phones have been ringing off the hook - how am I supposed to focus with constant distractions? What's worse is sometimes people in the office find it necessary to repeat a page after I've made it - I know what I said, there is no need to say it again.



A few weeks ago I spent almost an entire day redesigning an 8 page document because we came to the conclusion that the previous one had somehow become corrupt. This document has tables, forms, grids, symbols, and special formatting... it was not a piece of cake. Today I find that we are having the same problems with it... only to find out about 2 minutes later that it seems to be working fine again. UGH.



Taking a short break to write out my frustrations generally helps a great deal; whether in private or in public. I'm hoping this will be the case today.



I'm 27 years old and, while I make act like a child sometimes, I am no longer a little kid.



I want an office with walls so I can escape when I need to.



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