Some days are just not meant for working

Especially Fridays.

I can't believe it. Nothing went right today. Nothing horrendously wrong, but nothing I did went right either. Absolutely nothing. I was hoping to accomplish so much more today, but in the end...

And a visiting group went pass, peering into the lab just when I was cursing about the failures. I felt like a cornered animal on display. S***.

I just need to vent my frustrations a little. Blasting 'Zephyrs' on the flute? Crap. I don't have mine here. 'Hurricane' on the clarinet? No can do. Blasting music off my laptop. Daniel Powter's 'Bad Day' will be a good choice.

Fridays are meant for shopping, watching a good show, eating good food, and for relaxation, not to get myself all hot and bothered about work, not to be frustrated about being unable to accomplish what I set out to do. Perhaps I should aim for much lesser to be done each day, especially Fridays. That way if I manage to do more than my target, I'll be estatic.



I should print this out and place it where I can see it all the time.