Every now and then I get frustrated with my job, and right now, my superiors are quite frustrated with me because I've messed up and I'm sick of getting blamed for everything that seems to go wrong.

I admit it, I fucked up. I had the ad on the page, but I covered it with text. What I haven't done in a long time, has happened twice now. And while the reasons are understandable, I feel bad enough about it without having to be lectured like I broke curfew. My bosses don't care I've been working ALOT over the last two weeks. They only care that I've made a couple of mistakes.

As if the pressures of making deadlines (and avoiding a meeting about being late) and making sure our headlines don't have errors (which would cause another meeting) weren't enough any more. I'm worn out, at a creative ebb, and I'm exhausted and none of it has to do with the war -- which I don't even want to get into now.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

Recently, someone I know from the internet, a veteran of our military, decided to return to the armed forces. His family, especially his 7-year-old son, has taken his decision kind of roughly. A bunch of us wanted to take the time to drop the family a note and here's my attempt. It's not finished:

Dear Dominic,

You don't know who I am. Neither does your mom. The only link I have to your family is through your dad, and I really don't even know him. I only know him through the computer. But even though I've never met him, I'm honored to know him.

I'm sure he's your hero -- when I was your age, I thought my dad was great, and he still is -- but did you know your dad is also one of my heroes? It takes a great man to dedicate his life to serve his country. Your dad has now done it twice. That makes him really special.

The fact you miss your dad means your mom and dad are very good parents. And it means you're dad is right when he tells us you are a really great kid. And because your mom and dad are great parents, they will always do what they can to protect you.

But because your dad is special, he wants to protect everyone. So he decided to go back to his old job and protect you, me and everyone else he knows. That's what heroes do.

So I have thank your mom and dad for letting him serve our country and protect me, and I have to thank you for sharing your hero with me.

I need to think of a ending that won't unnecessarily worry a 7-year-old or offend his mother, so any suggestions would be appreciated.

I'll update about what's going on with me later... lots of stories, no time to tell them.

THIS THING IS STILL ON?

Hello to all the SR folks who have stumbled to this poor excuse for a blog... Yes, my life really is THIS boring. What did you expect? Now get out of here and go talk about ASB or something useful like that.

ANOTHER BLOGGER IN THE FAMILY THERE IS...

It seems that my little blog has inspired another to do so...(so I stole the idea from Marcus and that actor Wil Wheaton) My cousin (basically my younger sister because we grew up together) Amanda has one. Please be kind and read her site here.

Other than that, I've been spending the last two days recharging. I ran some errands, played trivia at Andrews with a bunch of friends, and basically spent today at home. Ready to work again... I guess.