Dear Universe,
What is the effing deal? Did I cut someone off in traffic? Did I accidentally kick someone's dog or something? Was it that red light I sort of ran the other day? Because I can't figure out who or what I have angered, and the shit you're throwing at me is about to break me. Seriously. I am teetering on the edge of sanity. THISCLOSE to losing it, dissolving into a mess, and being escorted out by security. One more email away from walking away from this job. I Can. Not. Handle. Any. More. Please. Stop. It.

At Wit's End,
Gin