Not a cloud in sight

Not in the sky anyway. Not for the little I saw of it. 
Things were unfortunately radically different in the Mistake Factory. 
Dark storm clouds had gathered from as early as Saturday evening. It's a good thing I do not check my work email at the weekend. 
And the cold rain of corporate witch-hunt and blame storming bucketed down on me for most of the day. 
My head is tired. 
Very tired. 

While the seagulls were happily flying in the blue blue sky, I hit a wall. 
A solid granite wall.