Irritated/Exhausted/Exasperated Monday, February 07, 2005

Oh manic Monday morning, how I hate thee with the rage of a thousand fires...Hark! Is that the ringing of church bells that I hear? Nay, it is my telephone, leaving only my ears to ring with the painful cacophony that is yet another upset client. Alas, I am weakened by my sweet, endearing nature to make promises that mine own factory floor cannot accomodate. I fear my only purpose in life is to talk yon retailers down from yon ledges. How I wish I could escape into the foggy distance in search of rest and a poultice to heal my rising blood pressure.