Work Woes

If this is the sort of emotion you derive from your job, like my dear friend N.B., perhaps you should think of another line of work... Or not, since then you can email your friends about it.

...and now I am furious. Work just made me want to bite off a chunk of my own arm just so I would have something to spit at the people talking to me right now. No comments about it please. Text me if you want, but right now, I'm pretty sure my blood temp is right about 211 degrees..CELSIUS!

I am going home and picking up a bottle of wine on the way!