You sound fried. I know that demented tone of voice and I also what happens when you ignore it. One man can only do so much before the world breaks him. So take a break. Give the boulder and the hill time to gather some moss. Name a day when, no matter the state things, you tell the world 'it's not my problem' and you walk away a few weeks or longer. Leave your miniature kingdom of cardboard computers, and tiny screws, and post-it notes that torment you like a flock of harpies. Explore some wider horizons. Foster some perspective.
When I was working at a hospital, and still fairly naive, an Irish nurse, with a Joycean sense of humour, asked me to order a 'Jumbolance' for a patient - her term for a bariatric ambulance. I telephoned the transport office. There was a long, shocked pause after I made the request, when the person on the other end of the line was clearly attempting to work out whether I was being deliberately offensive.
