Give Me A Break

I'm not fond of Mondays.  Never have been.

Munni is at the vet and recovering from dental surgery.  I hate the idea of Munni suffering.

And I had another day at work where no-one can hear my voice or understand my e-mails.

I wrote an E-Mail a week ago "Sorry, I can't change that program, it's in a library that I am not allowed to read or change".  I cc'd the people who are responsible for the program and my manager.

I received another E-Mail today - "Have you changed the program yet?"

I <very bad word> hate <very bad word> like this.

I fully expect to get asked by my manager "when are the changes going to be made then" because obviously I'm secretly in charge of a team in  another department without me even knowing about it.

Not my monkey, not my circus. I <very bad word> hate <very bad word> like this.