Welcome to the 9-5 Rant, Ladies.

Shoe pain isn't the only frustruation during the day.

Work means you're forced to spend the majorty of your life interacting with people who you don't choose, don't know, and really only see at their worst. B/c work isn't fun. (Not Arnacci, this is my baby. But my corporate job that funds my baby until I can work in it F/T.)

Work is stressful. It's tiring. And it doesn't know when to let up. And that stress ball wears you down. 

Most of what we have to do is out of our control. We're told to do it and we do. Not b/c it's enjoyable, or for at least for 99.9% of the population it's not.

We do it b/c we have to. B/c life is expensive. Bills need to get paid, and they just keep going up and up, especially these days. 

We do it b/c in order to enjoy life to release those work frustruations, we need money. We need money for trips, shoes, dinners out, vacations, kid's school supplies, upgraded iPhones, getting our nails done (which I'm one of the few women who doesn't), dog grooming, Netflix, car repairs, garden supplies, whatever. The list is endless and the money adds up fast.

Yet, we're scared to death of losing something a lot of us hate.

There's rarely a day that goes by that I don't get so frustruated at my company and it's culture, that I just want to get into the car and drive. Just drive. Anywhere. I don't care where. Just anywhere else except here. Just drive.

But I can't. You can't just up and leave your life without hurting the people who you care most about.

So we rise, do the job, eat dinner, walk the dog, tuck the kids in, go to bed, maybe read for a few minutes, go to sleep (or try to), then do it all over again.

So if we can't do anything about it, come here when you need a boost to know you're not alone.

Let's get it all out in the open. And maybe laugh a little together.

My hope is that my ranted, unorganized storytelling will at least be reassuring for you to know that we'e all in the same boat. We're all trying to get through and survive together.

My wish is that knowing that at least will bring you some comfort.

So when I'm having "a day" and want to scream, this is where I'll do it. Enjoy.