Drained...

Goshdarnittohell! My colleagues stumbled upon my blog! If you are reading this, you know who you are. All my angst and disgusting self-indulgent rantings.... (like this one) will be known! Oh woe is me... *put back of hand to forehead and swoons*

Oh, who the heck cares?! I don't.

Life has been nothing but one project after another, one press release after another, one more deck and another and another and ANOTHER! And the worst thing is that I have to do other people's work, despite numerous reminders for them to take more responsibility, despite the fact that we agreed to split up work and yet all of it still lands in my lap! Why must I take responsibility for someone else's work? They say it's called being a grown up, I call it being a bloody stupid, naive sucker.

As though I don't have enough work already, as though I have not been pushing 16 hours a day for the past 3 weeks and 14 hours a day for the past 5! And coming in to weekends as well! Why is it that she gets to go off gallavanting and I'm stuck here? Is it fair? Hell no! But can I do anything about it? Sure, QUIT. Like someone like to say, "if you can't take the heat, get out". I'm that close to saying to hell with it all. I feel like one of those lava vents under the sea, pumping out boiling water but no one knows or see because I'm just a tiny dot in the vast ocean.

I really feel like blowing up, like hurling a chair through the window and watching it plummet 11 storeys down and crashing into someone's Civic or Accord.

If it weren't for my AE coming in tomorrow, I think I would have.

I feel really, really tired...