Life is not bad. Really, it isn't. Sure, work actually made me want to cry yesterday and it raised my blood pressure more than a few times, but life itself is not bad. It is just tiring. It happens just about every summer. That tends to be our busy period. Last night was, however, the first time in a long, long while that it drove me to send out resumes when I got home. Somehow that made me feel better. Even if I don't get any bites, it allows me to feel like I'm doing something to remedy the situation instead of just complaining (not that I don't do a lot of that too).
[The rest of this post has been edited away, because it was whiny and written out of frustration.]