I'm on my longest stretch of the season - about four weeks in a row with super quick breaks (1-3nights off) in between charters - which I'm not complaining about, but I'm pretty sure is taking a slight mental toll on me...
The best example I can give you is the throw pillows - or, as I now think of them - the "goddamn mother effing throw pillows."
BUT.... obviously, they don't stay in the same position all day long. They serve two purposes - decoration and comfort.
In order to be comfortable, they'll obviously get moved around.
I haven't actually counted how many times a day I straighten these goddamn mother effing throw pillows... but, clearly, it's enough to spark a murderous rage inside of me.
I picture myself snapping one day and beating someone with them - just like Mommy Dearest, but with a pillow instead of a wire hanger.
Luckily (for everyone) I have a nice, long break coming up and I'll be back in my normal, zen-like, I-heart-pillows, mellow mood.