It's now my birthday, though it didn't seem like it because I worked all day. I'll add the funny to this later, I don't have the energy right now to make the links. Y'all come back now, y'hear? Y'do? Y'wanker.
Thus I have decided come hell or high water tomorrow I will NOT work all day, only half a day, and then enjoy myself.
The lovely Rachel seems to have planned a birthday party for me tomorrow night anyway. She's great. Of course.
Tomorrow will probably seem more like a "birthday" than today did - today was f-ing depressing and made me want to quit my job. I've had that feeling too much lately. I've had times when I've contemplated quitting for hours - and then something makes it better. Today, though, I just kept thinking it. I work on things, income generating things, and have a number of irons in the fire. I get no affirmation. In fact, credit seems to be taken elswhere. For instance, I came up with an idea that saved all the revenue from the last week of the run of one of our shows by switching venues and creating a "special performance"- and apparently that's been overlooked. I don't need lauding and pats on the back, so much, just consideration of the work I do. I fixed and update our website, and what do I get - "That's fine, but..." and then pointed derision. Maybe it comes from this summer being the longest time I've spent offstage (not counting that night in Love's Labour's Lost) in ... many, many years. I probably won't quit as long as things improve a little bit in the office.

Vent, vent, vent. Listen to me, I'm a whiny bastard - like I said before. I'm also working on HAMLET. That isn't cheery, really.