Burnt

Yesterday morning was depressing.
I came into work, only to find my chair nicked, it felt like the universe was hinting.. "go home, you're not needed today"
If no one saw me walk in, I would have quite happily marched out back into the car. I was sleep deprived, grumpy with skin burning from scratching all night.
I wept silently when I finally found my chair..
then a phonecall.
More hair pulling frustration. More people unwilling to take responsibility.
Well, for fuck's sake - You're the one getting paid the big bucks, so don't look at me cos' I ain't doing your job.
More weeping.

Nick suggested being burnt out from work.
Possibly so. It's been a long 6 weeks into the semester and we've only just slowed down. It won't be long before we have to crank it up for the next semester.
I'm so sick and tired of work.. actually I'm just more tired of the office politics. I wasn't born to play the game.
I just want my fortnightly pay - let me be.

Bah.