Wondering about my Wanderings

Can it get any worse?

There is bound to be an answer to that question and I doubt that it will happen any time soon. It seems that when things feel awful and you hit the bottom you are only half way to where the real bottom is.

I was written up by a kid who has only been on the job a little over a week. I am feeling more than a little frustrated. It is a cross between wanting to know somebody care and someone is going to take matters into their own hands so that I might get crucified since nobody else seems to want to do the job.

So I sit here stewing. I guess I can do something or forever hold my peace. It is time for bed, but I will get little or no sleep tonight. I wonder if anyone is out there in the blogosphere. If there is, please pray for me.