PENTECOST

I’m tired. I’m tired of slugging it out every day in that office or on that line where nobody really cares whether I live or die. I’m tired of being treated like a number.

I’m tired of being called nosey when I’m just trying to help. I’m tired of being unappreciated and taken for granted.

I’m tired of being an armchair psychologist and trying to figure people out. I’m tired of yelling and screaming at my kids. I’m tired of yelling and screaming at my parents.

I’m tired of cooking meals and washing clothes and scrubbing floors and taking out the garbage and getting no thanks for it. I’m tired of slaving over the stove day after day and never getting away for a break.

I’m tired of working myself to the bone on the job and coming home to nag, nag, nag. I’m tired of studying hard and bein…