Why

don't you just go to bed.

I am just not in the mood for this.

All I wanted was to come to work, work my three days and go home.

Got here early.

Walk in the door.

Here is your new plate of bull shit some other suit wants to use to justify his position.

Great, why don't you tell him  to do the fucking work himself, or figure out the programs and use them to generate reports to figure out what he is trying to prove to some other suit instead of him fucking with eight peoples lives.

Then Janets load of crap.

Now looking at a whole weekend of no rest.

Then I go home and all I want to do is sleep then I hear about it from Nich.

I'm at the end of my fucking rope.

I've had it with people.

All of them.

Don't fucking care who you are.

It's the cumulative effect of everything taking it's toll.

Had about all I can take from all sides.

Bout to explode.

Love you.

Good Night.