Gaaaaah!

Warning: This is purely a vent with no good reason to exist other than making me feel better. Proceed at your own risk. Both the wife and I have had one heck of a day at work. I was doing well, but then this afternoon, got swamped by a rogue wave of blah. Then buffeted by a typhoon of who gives a rip. Meanwhile, the wife was busy doing everyone's work except hers. Fixing the proofreader's pages for him. Dealing with the fact that she's a graphic designer working for a company that expects her to do her job with a beige Mac G3 running photoshop 5, Acrobat 4, and Quark 4.1, if you can believe that. Nothing like working with goods that are between four and seven generations old. Fer cryin' out loud.