Yep. That's burn-out all right. (I happen to be an expert) What really sucks is that being good at your job is what puts you behind the eight ball.

"Oh, you can juggle four balls? Here, try five. How about six?" The next thing you know, you've got a dozen balls in the air and it's all because you can do it when other folks can't.

I recommend ice cream in large quantities as a temporary measure.

Now that made me laugh, thank you. Actually..I think I have cleared out all the Ben and Jerry's within a couple of mile radius...well except for the Cherry Garcia.

Having been a legal secretary for over 25 years and primarily dealing with med mal insurance defense until the past five years (appellate exclusively), I pretty much always thought the doctors and hospitals were right; that sometimes no one is to blame. But I'm not so sure now that I've seen medicine and the business of medicine in operation first hand recently.

Just as there are incompetent boobs at my level, there surely are incompetent doctors higher up on the "food chain." And they are loose on the patient population.

True, the few career plaintiffs who sue at the drop of a lancet really taint it for those who may really have a valid claim. By the time they get a turn to drink, the well is dry.

But if you read my blog during the Blogathon, you'll know all about my run in with a Very Bad doctor. One who shouldn't have been allowed to operate on my cats let alone a human being.

I feel your frustration. I was going through a difficult personal time right before I moved to Houston. I once had my office manager during that time look me right in the eye and tell me that even though in my diminished emotional/mental state I was still giving more than most people were on any given normal day, but because "we know your work and we know what you are capable of," that they were going to hold ME to a higher standard. And let the slackers keep on slacking. Instead of picking up my slack.

The mind reels.

Phew. I don't know about you, but I sure feel a lot better now. Thanks!

And I thought I was having a bad day. Hot bath, candlelight, bottle of red, and a good book...or ice cream I guess.

the hell with ice cream, if I was anywhere near you'd get a fat hug and a shot. then we'd take it from there. Word!

Not enjoying your job or respecting your peers makes life a living hell. My temporary and immediate solution is to advise a hot pamper bath, smooth jazz and a nice little cordial of Graham's Six Grapes. And when that's done, refill it.

Hang in there.

All I can come up with is "that sucks the big schlong." And I like Greg's solution. Maybe your letting off a little steam will at least inspire some of your co-workers to back the fuck off with the attitudes for a bit.