Slightly North of Pissed Off
Thank god there aren't any blood pressure cuffs attached to my body today. They'd be exploding left and right.
It's just been one thing right after the other. Memoriams out the wazoo. A problem with every single freaking obit that has come across my desk. Artists throwing 'tude about memoriams. Phone ringing off the hook.
Anyone have some Jack Daniels they could spare?
To top it off, I can't access my main email address. I can however get into my alternate. If anyone is really desperate to email me, send it here until the problem gets worked out.