...or maybe it's just FUBAR. I don't know.
What I do know is that my morning enthusiasm for completing an article today -- one I have spent far too much time and energy on even before typing the first word -- vanished completely in the face of near-continual interruptions, harassments and general dung-throwing that began around 9:30 this morning and haven't stopped yet.
How the hell am I supposed to do good work when everyone, and everything, is getting in my face?
Well, I can't. It's that simple.
In fact, if ever a day was made for simply giving up, this is it.
It's possible it wouldn't have been so nausea-inducing if it was not the latest of so many frustrating days. I wouldn't know about that, either, because that's what it is, and I'm in no mood for what-if speculation.
This stinks. And my ability to resist the pressure and deal with the problems is dwindling fast.
15 hours ago