Very disappointed{and angry} about the constant extreme busyness. It never ends. And I'm not gonna put on a phony happy face about it and pretend everything is wonderful when it's not. I don't belong to the First Church of the Ostrich. If I dislike something, I dislike it. Why pretend otherwise?
Constant extreme busyness and it's very stressful. Every time I think I'll get a chance to do something, the busyness comes down on me like a building falling on me. Like the seven seals of Revelation,"And the 5th seal opened and extreme busyness ensued." The word torment is used many times in...