I thought the long hours at work would abate with the advent of summer but they have not. I just pulled another 13-hour day. I’m full of spit and bile and anger. I work for people stupid enough to do this:
This is how incoming projects are categorized. When I first saw this I laughed out loud and made a joke about how if everything is a panic then nothing is a panic, but the woman who set up this system got a hurt puppy-dog look on her face.
According to her, Rush is more important because it’s underlined.
This is the place that demands most of my waking hours. This is the place that has taken my daughters away from me. Those rotten fuckers.