I hate not being able to complete a task.

I just am incapable of extracting what I want out of myself. Have I set my standards too high for even me to achieve? That is a likely answer.

Meanwhile, I’m here. I’m around, but you know I work before I play. I can’t write here while that is looming over me. It must be done first. Hell, I even justify this post by telling myself that I am, at least, half done.

Reviews are a difficult time. I’ve learned how to be constructive rather than direct when writing them. I have had people quit after I’ve delivered their review because, quote, [Their] ‘…work is obviously unappreciated here.’ Still I amaze myself with creative ways of telling someone that their manner is (insert one here) Abusive, Cold, Overly Emotional, Soft, Hard and any other adjective to describe whatever.

Oh, but look at the bright side, I have jury duty soon. On the day I usually reserve for….a slower pace. Slow my ass. I’m due to be picked for something, I’ve escaped unscathed too many times.

Torture for the sadist, how amusing.

I feel like beating the shit out of something. Work, however, is first. I’m beating myself.

Oh the irony.