And here it is folks...

My nervous breakdown is upon me. It is now approaching 7:00 and I'm at work. I'm trying to complete the previously mentioned project that my boss promised within an impossible deadline. I have been simultaneously completing working drawings AND a presentation for the same project throughout the whole day. I told my boss that I'd be here till 12:00 tonight and he laughed noting that he thought I was joking. Here it is 7:00 and I don't see the end anywhere in sight. To facilitate my mental breakdown my boss has decided to finally CHECK some of my drawings only to notice that the neato company logo that I worked on and started implementing on all our title blocks on all our jobs (not just this one) and all the title blocks on all the presentation materials which I spent the entire afternoon printing... has the word "architects" spelled "archictects". Yeah read that one again its hard to catch. If that isn't enough to make me weep right there that I can't even spell the name of my proffession correctly, I also spelled "principal" like that of an architectural firm like "principle" at a school district. As I said both things very hard to catch... no one else did, including my boss, for months now. We have printed it out hundreds of times. Of course my boss catches the mistake at the worst possible time. Again to make matters worse instead of saying oh shit we got a mistake lets figure this one out like professionals my boss explodes in a fit of rage. So as I sit here and type this waiting for some more check sets to plot out... my head feels like its literally going to pop off my neck at any second right now.

I want to burst into my boss's office flip him the bird collect my things and get the fuck out of this loony bin I call work. I'm not often one to place blame for my mistakes upon others but what the fuck. I'm under so much stress lately its no wonder I can't spell right. Every second of the day I have to keep myself from thrusting my head through my computer monitor in despair. Like today I had to keep about 4 different projects straight in my head while I work on each off and on every 5 minutes. While I'm talking to tourrette's wonder trying to get my explanation to his question out of my mouth before his next outburst I have drafting boy simultaneously asking me a question that he's asked about 5 hundred times already just this morning and that I've answered every fucking time.

So I get the tourrette's guy to work a lil overtime to help me out. On his way out we of course bitch about the boss being so unreasonable and thats why things are so fucked up. I start telling him that I'm not a fucking project architect and I shouldn' t have as many responsibilities as one. Not too mention I'm not getting paid for it. So he says yeah, him being the project architect, and tells me what my boss is payinh him for what he does, which if you ask me is less than what I handle everyday. 53. Fifty fucking three! now I'm not saying my coworker doesn't deserve that, but as an "acting" project architect as I'd like to call myself from now on I think I should be making a bit more than my measly 37. Yes I said thirty fucking seven. Fuck this. After we get this shit out the door tomorow I am requesting my god damn review and telling him I want at least 40. If he doesn't I'll go somewhere else for 37 and deal with the proper amount of stress someone that 37 should have to deal with. Much less than what I am dealing with now. So I'm going to print a few more things and go home and cry myself to sleep or just go berzerk and drive my car off an embankment on my way home. Godspeed everyone, Don't ever get into architecture.