Chinese Water Torture...

I decided to use that title because that's exactly what my job feels like to me. I'm not dealing with the stress very well. I don't know what that means to most people but to me that means I've started to move into the "fuck it all" phase. I can feel myself slipping into a real I don't care attitude which, I know, is both a defense mechanism and slightly disturbing. I keep thinking that I would love to go work at a hot dog stand or something where the only real decision people have to make is whether to have the relish. Mindless yet refreshing.

I came into the office knowing I would be hit with the inevitable email frenzy that just puts me over the edge. I wonder if the boss would mind if I hooked myself up to a morphine drip right here at my desk. Sure, I'd be out of it but, frankly, it would do loads to happy me up!