h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I have serious stress issues, have done for months.

Management knows about this. My doctor knows about this. I am on medication for severe stress disorder.

So will someone please tell me how it has come about that I am, on the eve of what was to be a lovely extended holiday (whole ten consecutive days, wow, when I haven't had a day's holiday since February,)now preparing to come in on my booked holidays to try to work out an issue which, although it only came up on Thursday last, should apparently have "been nailed months ago" (thanks MD, you're really making me feel valued.)

I have worked my stupid backside off for this company. I singlehandedly pulled this company out of the mire when my feckless line manager deserted. (I did get a spa day as thanks. Ha.)

I deal with all the little things, the big things, the clients who are relentlessly abusive and stubborn, the ones who shout loudest. I contract the big clients. I contract the little clients. I've done a hoor-load of phone answering both lately and in the past. I've poured heart and soul and energy into this business and what has it got me?

A disapproving boss and a chewing out for not dealing with things "timely" enough. Well, I'm sorry, but you see when I'm sorting out these three groups and that half-hourly and that corporate gas contract and one hundred SME contracts and the terminations for November and dealing with a new system which doesn't quite work and a group deal which is not well prepared and trying to clean erroneous pricing data from the database... would you like me to stick a broom up my bum and sweep the floor while I'm at it?!