cogs in our machine

this has been my lousiest week at work.

i cannot stress it enough. it is the lousiest by far. a four-day "mini" holiday over the weekend fully recharged my batteries only to deplete them in having a terrible work week. imagine a sous chef whose kitchen staff and tools conked out. frustrated, he found a blunt knife and thought of stabbing himself, er, his head chef (more likely) to death. that's how i felt.

i sound like a whiny three-year old brat who has no other forms of expressing herself.