Sometimes I really HATE my f***ing job

So I had to come into work today (Sunday) to finish up a report. I didn't figure it would take that long. Unfortunately, I have been here since 1130 am and it is now 10pm. We are just finishing up. On a normal day, it wouldn't be so bad. Even a normal weekend.

Problem is, today was our (Shea and Me) 2 year anniversary. I expected to be back for dinner, and I even got a call from her asking me to wear something nice when I got home. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, and she was sad and I was furious. I nearly broke a few things in my office and I cursed aloud frequently. This has been one of the few times when I have questioned the wisdom of consulting.

Fortunately, my mood improved as the task neared completion. However, I don't anticipate that I will forget this night any time soon.