Never pick a fight with someone who buys ink by the barrell...

These last couple of weeks have been nothing short of yucky. As Husband eluded to, my place of work has been enbroiled in controvesry. That which I cannot, well should not, talk about, but I will say that in my opinion it is all a bunch of hooey dredged up by a small time paper attempting to muckrack in the most unsuccessful of fashions. Unfortunatly, the pathetic attempt at journalism has led to the resignation of a good person and her great colleagues from a project that they have been working on for nearly 2 years. The resignation came not from any admission of wrongdoing, but because this faux-controversy has taken attention away from the things we should be giving our attention to. It's sad and disheartening. There are so many people who are trying to do really good work for our community. I cannot fathom why others would try to jepordize that in order to advanced their own interests. They should all be ashamed of themselves.

Needless to say it's been a couple of really really hard weeks for me. This had led to a reaccurring urge to drink a half bottle of NyQuil or half a bottle of wine to put me to sleep at night. This is probably not a sign of good stress management. Eh? Then I wake up this morning to the following scene...

And I have three voicemails and seventeen emails regarding the front-page above-the-fold article in today's paper, and then I look at the dog...

And it takes everything in me to not crawl under that blanket with her and call in sick.