Stop taking pieces out of me...

...Or there will be nothing left of me. Or is that what you're trying to achieve? I'm perfectly capable of forcing my own quietus; I don't need your assistance, though it would certainly expunge my own guilt in the matter.

Too long week at work + people (customers x management) being asshats about stuff at work + mother being frantic because of a glitch with the refills for her meds + people being asshats about recruiting in MxO = one very frazzled MR. And I got another too-long week ahead of me. I told the bastard I need 18 to 20 hours to get by. How that balloooned to 25 hours two weeks in a row is beyond me. I think I'm taking one day off as a mental health day, even if I have to call in sick to do it.

Sorry that my break from silence had to consist of no language but a cry.