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.