Okay all. This is going to be a bit of a ranting session. Coming back to work this morning has made me feel like that cursing country song that uses #?*! instead of the actual cursing. Wish I could remember the words for you. Love that song. Not so fond of this morning.
Oh well this is the time to hold my head high and endure the cruddy parts of life. Not the time to wallow in self pity. Nobody likes a winger, as RRRJ would say.