My stress level is through the roof at the moment. It's just a bunch of stupid little things that really shouldn't be getting to me…but they've built up and I'm ready to explode. I got into work and the Internet and email were both down. Which meant that I couldn't tackle the huge pile of permission requests (because I need to get to our online database to confirm article citations) OR the research (more research! Argh!) that I'm supposed to be doing on the whole backpack initiative because that also involves going to websites. However, Krishni needed help with the big report she's doing, so I got to proofread that and make sure everything was okay. Of course, both of our printers weren't working. Then Suzanne comes in and asks me to check changes and proofread the hip consumer guide for today, like I don't have anything else to do. Krishni and Suzanne could already tell that I was about to blow up; if Suzanne had asked me to mail something, I think I would have.
Add to all that the fact that it's all cloudy out (and has been all weekend) and I'm all sort of PMSy, it equals up to not goodness. This weekend was just one of those weekends that made me long for roommates. The sooner I get out of my efficiency, the happier I will be.
Current song in my head:
Just a low hum as I try to keep from completely losing it