Stressed

If stress had a DefCon level, mine would be DefCon 5. Or is it DefCon 1? Sorry, I haven’t seen War Games in a long time and I can’t remember whether 5 or 1 is the normal level. Whichever one is the bad one – that’s me right now.

The themes for my day:
1. Crap, it’s only Thursday. I thought it was Friday.
2. Wait, if we’re closed on Monday, but we’re sending out [extremely complicated marketing project] on Monday, that means I have to have my part finished tomorrow. That particular light bulb actually lit up over my head at about 5 p.m. today. Good times.
And the always fun:
3. Do I have to do every damn thing myself? Apparently, yes. Although this one is more personal life related than work related. My team at work is awesome and does not make me do everything myself. That is left to doctor’s offices, labs, insurance companies and my asshole father. Who, come to think of it, is a doctor, so he fits right in with everybody else who is giving me trouble right now.

And in the midst of all of the many, many hassles – personal, medical and professional – that I have swirling around me right now, I’ve been watching the situation in New Orleans get worse and worse, wondering when the United States, one of the most advanced nations in the world, became some sort of Third World country unable to provide even the most basic type of assistance to its citizens. Why hasn’t the government done anything to help? Everyone knew Katrina was coming, so they had plenty of time to make plans for the aftermath. The storm passed days ago. Why hasn’t anything meaningful been accomplished in the last four days? I’m disgusted with this country and the people in charge. I am doing what I can – donating a little money here and there, but saving people from this disaster is our government's responsibility, and it is failing miserably.