This is going to be a totally pathetic self-pity post, but I suppose it’s better to get it out before I clock in to work. I’m exhausted and burnt out and I was on vacation only last week. I was so exhausted last night that I opted for convenience over what I should’ve done regarding dinner, and I feel like a terrible person for it. I don’t want to be at work today— we are slammed with work and so understaffed it’s not funny (my shift has only 3 full-time people now). I want to snuggle my kitty in the fetal position on my bed. I’m a fat, stupid, evil loser and I’m ****ing pissed off. End of self-pity rant.