I am under a lot of stress at work. I wouldn't call it an incredible amount of stress, because I would describe "incredible" as having to install a computer virus in an alien computer system with the five minute time limit it takes for them to fire their super-weapon and vaporize earth. That's pretty incredible stress. I am in no way under that kind of stress. I am, however, under the stress that makes you want to stab people. Wherever that is on your stress scale is where I am at. Let's call it an irregularly large amount of stress typical of an American blue collar job placement. Yes, that's right. It's also the right amount of stress to make me drink rum and coke. Ah, rum and coke...How ye understands me.
