Another week has passed and I am wiped out. The adage of "Thank God it's Friday" holds complete truth for me now...the work week has been a bear for me, and I have failed at keeping everything in order at home.I feel impossibly frustrated and depressed. I cannot catch a break or breathe. I feel trapped. Crazy. Nervous.

I am so exhausted and worn out now that two hours ago I decided to go to bed and watch the movie "Sylvia", with Gwyneth Paltrow in the starring role of Syvia Plath, the poet who killed herself about 40 years ago. I took the meds I need to take for my fibromyalgia, which has been kicking up of late; the Neurontin, which cuts off the pain receptors, and the Flexiril, a potent muscle relaxant, have done absolutely nothing for me, though I do feel a wee bit groggy and have a pounding headache.   Great. And all I want to do is sleep late. No such luck, here. God.

Work totally sucks. The set up people I work with are utter morons. I am losing my patience with ineptitude and stupidity. I send at least 6 people copies of all the event stuff a MONTH in advance and they still fuck it up, forget to do it, claim they didn't receive the documents. We cover our asses and track everything for this very purpose, and nothing I try to do to remediate the problem works. Critical events are forgotten about entirely, but I get the call from the frantic and understandably angry requestor and then have to spend 15 minutes calming them down, and remediating the problem. This has gone on all frigging week, and several times. How many fucking copies do I have to give people??? How many times do I have to call everyone and have a damn inquisition about it just to resolve a simple matter. If I was the boss, I would fire them all. 

The office staff where I work is also fucking up royally --two days ago my assistant inadvertently set up a training session in a location where classes were being held. The call for this came in at 3:40 and I was scrambling to remedy it. I did, and while I was not angry with her, I was frustrated. I advise people in writing about what needs to be done, and they screw it up...with her I am more tolerant because she is new, but if there are other ones, Uh I won't be happy. Today's issue had to do with one of the secretaries double booking a space without carefully looking at the site and events in there. So I had to deal with the professor and tell her it was a no go.  

It's no wonder I can't get my work done.

I am going to bed. Screw it.