End the Blahs, Please

My "BLAH Day" on Sunday turned into just a BLAH week. I suppose funerals can do that to a week. My uncle's funeral was Wednesday morning. I worked Monday and let me say it was hell. We were busy and on top of that some bitch from another department thought our tracking system was a place to insult colleagues so she basically insulted me on a public database. Fun day. Yea. Thank goodness I was off Tuesday and Wednesday--although the circumstances could have been better.

I returned to work on Thursday. I cried my entire commute in. The tears just came. I couldn't stop them. Fortunately, they stopped by the time I got to work. I managed to get through my day. It was long. Hubby told me to come home and calm down, but I'd already missed enough work. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't hate my job so much.

Last night Hubby and I went to see my parents and grab some famous Butler hoagies. Well, I don't know how famous they are, but Hubby loves them and I like them OK, too. We got home around 7:30 or 8:00. We watched the Rolling Stones on VH1 Classic (Hubby loves the Stones) and then were in bed by 10. I actually got a full 8 hours of sleep last night. I feel better today. More refreshed. Perhaps the blahs are lifting. :)