Mental health w/e, please

[fredericks]

Work = HORRID. Just horrible. By 9am I wanted to break down at my desk. We had unintentional skeleton crews working in the office and out in the field ("out in the field" makes it seem like I work in a national park, doesn't it?) and it was hell to get everything organized (my manager was off as well, lucky bunt). I never think I manage well (which is why I'm not a manager), and I'm dreading heading in Monday to see just how I fucked things up. Nowadays my usual method of stress relief consists of working out, but I was exhausted as all hell on the train back home so I actually played hooky today. That might explain why I'm still feeling guilty and out-of-sorts. I do enjoy my job, but I detest feeling like a juggler with a palsy. *headdesk*

I do hope everyone's gotten their ya-yas out during this White Guilty Amnesty Day. Remember: it always falls the Friday after Thanksgiving, a holiday where we blithely ignore Native American suffering while eating ourselves into a stupor (tell me why I'm STILL thinking about that damn pecan pie...). Feel free to not feel obligated to say that you "have a black friend" or brandish your "Obama/Biden '08" sticker for one day out of the year if you so choose. There are two hours left if you're in EST; go crazy!