sigh
I hate the extremes of work. Some days you feel like you know everything, and then other days like today, you make a colossal mistake and then all faith in yourself is stamped to the ground and trampled over by someone wearing really sharp stilettos, leaving you a dirty, bloody, bruised, useless wreck who can't even do anything so much as write a damn memo.
Melodramatic? Me?
Melodramatic? Me?