Ready to Die...

Can I just say I'm ready to die? Like, literally ready? I came back and was looking forward to jumping into work and instead I come back to a desk FULL of papers and files, mail, faxes, and a hate letter saying all the stuff I had apparently been doing wrong...in the week I was gone. Didn't realize My stuff was going to be ransacked while I was away. This job is sooo flipping stressful. I just have to say. I like it. It's good on its good days, but it SUCKS on its bad days. Anyway...time to get back to work and see how much more trouble I can get into today. UGH.