I'm tired, and as a result, work is more difficult to deal with. I don't know why I'm tired, I did, after all, get eight hours of sleep. I think I'm overwhelmed with the complete lack of perfection that this week is turning into. We have too much stuff going out of the shop and not enough people to handle the work load, or enough equipment for that matter.
I'm not mad, I'm tired. I want to sleep and cry.