secretarial work is unsatisfactory somehow, when I really want to set fires.

SO after all the crazy I've been today, I get left home to man the phones. All that worry and fear and concern and I don't even get to tell anyone who calls about it any details. And I'm thinking I should be there! Tis a big sisterly duty! Even if all I can do is give hugs and vow vengeance. But here I sit, all freaked out still. Nervous and twitchy. And angry. And I've got a headache.

If I can't do anything about the problems of people I love, I can at least gripe about my own.