I have found hell on earth.

So here's what's happening with me: I am in my own personal version of hell. And it goes by the name of Jacobi sales. Let me break it down for you this way. Picture it: you have your job responsibilities. You perform those job responsibilities. Then a good for nothing jerk walks out & never returns so you are expected to do HIS job responsibilities. (& people are rude where I work. No "thank you". No "we appreciate you". It gets real old reaaaaal quick. Siiiiiigh. Also picture the chaos of spring time, grass growing at an accelerated pace & farmers itching to get in the field. It's all a perfect storm & I'm in the eye... Since y'all don't know what I do (because you never ask because you're wayyyyy more concerned about my uterus) you will not understand why this sucks soo much. Just trust me when I say I.am.in.hell. I ran around our property so much yesterday that my legs were sore. Great, exercise. Humph. I can't seem to get caught up & feel like I'm drowning in an ocean of papers. Boo hiss. As I type I'm at lunch because I need/deserve an hour away from that place. I am losing my mind, I want to quit -you get the drift. So, that's where I am. Tired. Annoyed. Frustrated. In other news we (b-rad) are working on the bathroom. We put up that blue tape stuff to paint around Sunday night. Turns out I didn't do my tape right (shocker) & he had to re-tape it. We've got 1 coat of primer on the walls & will probably have to use another one because of the pattern on the walls. (you'll see in the before & after pics.) B-rad is one of those itching to get in the field farmers so he is über busy too. I need to go this week to pick out paint. Sigh. Please pray that I don't A) kill any co-workers. B) kill any customers. C) kill myself.