RANT- Another lousy week

I had another lame week at work. Everything is so make or break for us.

It seems that no matter how well we do we're always just skating near the edge.

Where is the promised land? Why do I feel angry about it all when I go home at night? Sometimes I feel like an ant stuck in a porcelain cup, unable to climb the sides.

(Shrugs shoulders, Puts nose back to the grindstone.)

Sometimes I feel like the guy trapped on the Island in the 1850s sailor story I posted earlier. Like I have a hard time believing I'm going to get where I'm going but I can't think of an altenative to the current course.