Today was one of those days.
You know what I'm talking about...the kind of day that results in you wanting to do nothing but curl up in the fetal position in a corner under some kind of shrubbery, using the leaves of said shrubbery to dry your never-ending snot-tears.
I work in pharmaceutical research, so my job is stressful with a capital everything. We recently tripled our lab capacity, which subsequently tripled our workload. It would make sense to hire more staff to properly accommodate this increase, right?
Me: Hey, supervisor person, when are we getting some more people? We're kinda busy and all...some more people would be uhh...good and stuff.
Supervisor Person: Yeah, about that. We were thinking we'd wait to hire additional people until you'd all had nervous breakdowns, were sobbing uncontrollably on the toilet, and were drooling on yourselves in the corner.
Me: Oh...ok. Sounds good. I'm going to go sob uncontrollably on the toilet now.
Supervisor Person: Keep up the good work.
Running around like a chicken with its head cut off sadly appeals to my crazy-escaped-from-a-mental-institution personality. However, even I have to put my foot down once in awhile. I am fortunate enough to be paid hourly, so at least I get paid for all the overtime I accrue.
Sleeping is fun, though. So is showering on a daily basis. And eating dinner.
Our short-staffed-ness, combined with a heinously busy day, compounded by the busiest week/month ever, plus the fact that I have to go BACK to work at 9pm tonight all blended together to make me want to assume the aforementioned fetal position.
I couldn't find any plant life in the office to curl up under, though.