On Monday, my supervisor/boss/person-with-more-responsibility-than-me suddenly announced (via email) that she was done with work (her father is very ill so she had a good excuse). On Tuesday, I spilled my coffee all over my glass desk two seconds after arriving. On Wednesday, I had a panic attack and ran out of the building crying (I managed to leave the building before the tears came). And today I went into an Office Coma, in which my brain ceased to function.

I know that certain personality types are attracted to high-stress jobs that can only be properly done with loads of adrenaline and caffeine, or cocaine. Since I still don't make enough money to afford cocaine and I'm not sure it came back with retro-80's fashions, I've settled on a high-stress job as my drug of choice.

Since my blogs haven't really made any sense since February anyway, I'll use my last bits of cellular brain mass to say that cocaine aside, if I stay in this line of work I will surely develop some kind of legitimate substance abuse problem.

Just for today, I can survive a stressful week.