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[quasilogical]

I haven't felt so miserable after a day of work in a while.  Not that I really love what I do, but most days are pretty predictable and I just do my thing.  Not so much today.  Not only was my partner in crime who helps me in our region out today, so I was doing double duty trying to take care of everything, but also the phone lines apparently were

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[quasilogical]

Today was a little better (they think they fixed the phone problem) but, I don't know. It highlighted everything I don't like about my job, and I feel cabin fever-y in the early summer anyway, so I just want out, want to go somewhere else and do something else, but I know I can't just leave until I have something else ready to go. Sometimes I hate being so responsible. Hate it, hate it, hate it!

I've never been good at speaking on the phone and I don't know why. I've never had any speech problems (no lisp or stutter, nothing like that) just a quiet voice, but I just never liked reading in front of a class or talking on the phone. I'm still not a huge fan of either, to be honest, but I at least got to th epoint where, if I must, I can do so without sounding too intimidated and shaking like a leaf.