Stress is bad, very very bad.

It takes a lot to stress me out. the vote is in. It's official: I am stressed out. Work is taking it all out of me. I need to find something new. I think it would be safe to say that I am a card carrying member of the flood of people who are miserable at work. I'm a MOW. I am not cut out to assist people. I don't like being held accountable for other people's livelihoods. Yet, I feel that I would make a pretty good manager. Lord, give me patience today and prevent me from bringing in a shotgun tomorrow and blowing off the heads of every person who looks at me crossly or has bad breath. That's just offensive. Buy some mentos for crying out loud.