Have you ever had a day so full of frustrations and road blocks that you’re worried that one of the following may happen:
1. steam shooting directly out of your ears?
2. your head popping off in a final fit of rage?
3. having a stroke because the stress and frustration has sent your blood pressure through the roof?
4. it takes nearly all of your energy (and the knowledge that you have a fresh faced intern next door) to keep yourself from crying?
I’ve been at work for 2.5 hours and have spent 95% of that time worried that one of the above was going to happen to me.
All the wonderfulness of my weekend has been erased and replaced by stress, frustrations, etc. This post may disappear at any moment. Until then, I’ll be alternating between hiding under my desk and combing the Daily Puppy archives to calm myself down.
