I’m about to lose it.

Have you ever felt like you’re about to kill everyone around you and then slit your jugular wide open with a 250gsm piece of paper? My work rage is growing by day and I am often torn between wanting to inflict harm on other or on myself – the lesser of 2 evils – whichever would end this daily madness.

What is it with people who place themselves in the position to do nothing other than comment – and when asked to help/make helpful suggestions/provide alternative solutions – they disappear or throw it back to you? Am I that old fashioned that I believe – when you confront someone with a problem, you should also have a viable solution – instead of just criticising and ripping things to shred willy nilly?

My past two work weeks have been painful, tiring and hard. Every hour on the hour, I am resisting the overwhelming urge to just get up, take my bag and leave. It is a very sad thing when you career becomes a job solely because of where you work. And it’s even more sad when the money you get is not enough for the compromising design choices you have to make. I know it sounds terribly dramatic, but designing even the shittiest thing requires soul and when that is given away, you feel pretty ripped.

Wow, what a rambling.