I am reeeeeally hating my job here lately. I wish that I could be a total leech and quit my job and come home and tell Sweety that he was going to have to remortgage the house to pay off my bills. But I'm not. This damn conscience thing really gets in the way sometimes. Phooey.
I go through phases where a customer's angry stupidity gets on my last nerve and phases where it just rolls off my back. I hope this phase passes before I run screaming away from my desk and into oncoming traffic.