And you just described the hubby's life right now. In the past two months work for him has turned into unmitigated hell. It's gone from "I need a beer" when he gets home to, well not to be redundant but, hell. He's past the beer thirty mark, past the need a cocktail mark, past the need a shot mark, past the leave the battle mark (and I got to watch this decline happen in full blazing technicolor, mind you) to just coming home - at anywhere between 8:00 p.m. and sunrise -, bursting into tears, maybe trying to put a fist of foot through the wall and then going to sleep without even eating anything. Then after maybe four or five hours of BAD sleep he'd get up and do again - just so the bitch he works for can keep making him completely miserable
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