A Long Day's Journey Into Night

A 12 hour day...

Well, strictly speaking I worked from 7.55 in the morning to 6.30 at night... but I did leave the house at 7.15am & return at 7.10pm & who in their right mind goes out & puts themselves willingly in the middle of heavy traffic miles & miles from their comfortable house & warm bed before they absolutely have to - so I count my working hours from the moment I step into the car on the driveway, to the moment I step out of it in roughly the same spot. Seems fair to me...

And the boss still isn't happy!! Granted he has a family member about to kick the bucket, so isn't in the best frame of mind, but when I had to go through the same thing with a near & dear friend of mine recently, I wasn't lashing out at petty annoyances like they were flies to be swatted & neither was she... You only see the truth about people when they're under pressure. That's when the true colours squeeze out.

Always knew he was a stress-headed, short-fused, petty son of a bitch. No sympathy for you... come back - one year!

For someone who never watched Seinfeld, how come phrases like that have entered my vernacular?? Discuss.