  And so it grows. You know how I've been bitching that I've been working 12-hour days all week? Well now I've been asked to come in on Sunday as well.
And when I dared say no, I got tattled on. Which isn't really a surprise considering the tattling came from a manager whose idea of motivation involves talking to you like you're a petulant third-grader. I find it hard to believe that in an economy that continues to generate armies of unemployed writers and art directors, we can't find a handful of new employees -- or even free-lancers -- to pick up the HUGE amount of slack work that's weighing down morale here like cement shoes on a homophobe. 
