Dear boss,

I cannot continue to carry this program by myself. I am so overwhelmed that it's no longer fun to be challenged, and the stress is beginning to spill over into my personal life. Oh, and I need a manager who actually helps me manage my workload, rather than just piling onto it. It's time for a new job, I think.


Dear MTB,

I'm sorry that I said I hated you and threatened to sell you yersterday. It was a bad ride, and I was already having a bad day (thinking about going back to work today). I'll make it up to you by finally naming you, and then maybe we'll head out to Fair Hill together- just us girls, no boys allowed.


Dear Grad School,

Shove it. I'm too stressed now to think about taking one more thing on. Maybe I'll take a grad-level continuing ed class this fall. It will be embarassing to tell people that I've changed my mind, but my sanity needs to come ahead of my ego.