Thursday state of the Saber: the sore.
Everyone I know is coming down with something. I think I am having a relapse of the flu. Ugh. And work is insane. Extremely insane. We have had people quitting within two months.
The mood in the office isn't exactly peachy-keen. The stress level is awfully high, because of moving goalposts and impossible demands.
I want to write. Not work-related stuff. But actual honest-to-Goddess writing where I know at least my words are not taken for granted.
The mood in the office isn't exactly peachy-keen. The stress level is awfully high, because of moving goalposts and impossible demands.
I want to write. Not work-related stuff. But actual honest-to-Goddess writing where I know at least my words are not taken for granted.
