Sixteen tons and whaddaya get? Another day older and deeper in debt.

WORST MONDAY EVER.

I had 75 minutes of one of the worst dictators in the history of humankind. If you guessed Robert Mugabe, Kim Jong-Il, or Hu Jintao, you'd be wrong. I am of course referring to my arch nemesis, Listhping Filipino Woman.

I have been working since 4:00 this morning (not to mention the typing I did over the weekend) and have almost 80 documents to show for it. Usually doctors will just have all of their progress notes typed in one document, but this doc wants each note in its own separate document. As you can imagine, this is a gigantic butt-ache. The very worst part is that the pay rate for this account is criminally low.

It all makes for the most excruciating mental anguish. I put my head down on my desk and cried a couple of times. I think what bothers me the most is how clumsy and disjointed I feel when typing for this account. It's like being a crosscountry runner and trying to win a race with your feet hobbled together.

Now I think I'm going to curl up in my little recliner with a pile of sleepy cats, have one last pity party, and take a nap. I am toast, and I still have to work later.