Currently fuming. Misunderstandings abound and tempers are flaring. I shall quote the profound lyrics of that hard as nails house tune by Harry Choo Choo Romero to describe how I feel:
" I just can't believe all the things people say, Why must I deal with this shit, every fucking day?"

Choonage: Harry Choo Choo Romero - I Want Out

p.s. Job-hunting is a royal pain in the arse.