Hellish (or at least purgatory-like) day at work today. The last day of each month means: INVENTORY. It also invariably means at least half a dozen mini-crises, some of which are related to the Inventory and others that just have really awful timing. My brain, reflexes, and other thought processes were running at full capacity pretty much every moment I was at the office. I hate that. I hate when there is no “down time” at all (and the 15 minutes scarfing down the free pizza that was provided doesn’t count as down time).

Today after work I really needed to go workout before Andy came home. It would have energized me and defused all this tension. But instead all I could do was turn on the a/c and nap. I do not feel like thinking about dinner, deciding what to eat; I don’t even feel like eating dinner.

Instead I feel like torturing whichever evil group of men designed MAS90 (our accounting/order managment/business software). I feel like endlessly bitch-slapping every generation of tow-headed businessmen who have decided that ONCE EVERY MONTH everyone ought to cram 5 days worth of work into a single day, and that this day must ALWAYS fall on the last day of the month, a more-or-less ARBITRARY SYSTEM which is the LEAST LOGICAL and MOST INCONVENIENT way to do things. Fuck you.

Oh yeah: I have to go back to work tomorrow too.