It’s been a terribly hard few days on the job, driving me nearly to tears with frustration. And I’m not a crier. I’m trying to take solace in the fact that it’s a paycheck, not a life’s work, and my life is full in other areas. Hey, it’s not even the first time I’ve faced hardships here, so if I didn’t walk out then, I probably won’t now either. Mortgage to pay, and all that. It’s just depressing when the place you have to be for 40+ hours of your week crushes and demeans your soul.

Outside of work, I’m constantly pulled in 14 directions, and I’m afraid I’m failing on all counts. I’m a bad friend/daughter/loved one/employee/student/member/blogger/person right now, and I offer you all an apology for that. I started this blog as a creative outlet, but I feel like everything I have to say is a downer. (Kind of like this post.)

Don’t worry, I’ve had really fun visits from friends in the past week, which have been like rays of sunshine amidst the monotony. I know it will improve, somehow, some way, since I know who’s in charge, and that karma’s a bitch.

But I didn’t need any more stressers in my life; I have enough “character building” on my plate right now, thanks. If the posts are few and far between, that’s why — as my mom told me, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Probably good advice.