Frust tau!

3 out of the 5 days of work last week, I cried tears of frustration all the way home. The other two days, I was spewing four letter words.

For 3 weeks, I have only been able to pick up the little sprog from daycare (more like "night"care) at 7.30pm, the earliest.

I love working. I love working for the company because of what it stands for. But I don't think I can take this for much longer without having a nervous breakdown.

Because ultimately, it's not the work that is killing me. It's not the company that's asking for unhumanly and impossible sacrifice. It's just my bosses' poor planning skills and childish ways.

*screams in frustration*