Work.
Being thrown into a corporate management position with a staff so green, they’re barely budding. I need to clone myself 6 times just to run triage and keep from drowning.
It’s like the story of the brave little Dutch boy who plugs his finger into the dam… only I have to so shove in the entire child and I’m running out of bodies to stop up the holes!
I know how the caged hamster feels and I just hope production continues on beer and xanax. They are my recharging grace at the moment.
Just how long can this stress-life last before I explode and make a huge mess?