  I took this week off hoping for some rest and relaxation. The plan was to work on my tan at the beach, ride a roller coaster or two, and spend quality time with the family. Work has been really stressing me out lately to the point where I have to drag myself in. Since I get bored easily I figured a few days at home would be enough to inspire me to like my job again. Plans, even well thought out ones, don't work out sometimes. Here it is Friday and I've accomplished next to nothing. I didn't make it to the beach, our trip to the amusement park was canceled twice, and Aldo has been working like crazy all week so I've barely seen him. I'm sitting at home bored out of my mind, and the idea of going into work still makes me wretch. Other than the fact that my house is clean and I've finally gotten around to catching up on some business related things the week feels like a waste.
Tomorrow it's back into the city. The job isn't the problem but the idea of spending yet another day fixing things for an incompetent floor manager is just depressing. Come fall I plan to leave and focus almost exclusively on voiceovers and the new company, but getting through the summer is proving to be more of a challenge then I once thought. What's really sad is that I used to love what I did, and still do enjoy the actual work part. I like dealing with tourists.
The fast pace of things is intense, but it also kept me motivated. I'm also really good at what I do, but try as I might I can't seem to master the skill of being patient with a couple of moronic managers. I'm not sure where to end this. Mostly I just wanted to vent I guess. Despite how I'm feeling today (which admittedly is due in part to PMS) I hold out hope that next week will be better. 
