Some time this afternoon the water heater exploded.

from about 12 this afternoon, to now-and probably more to come, i've been busting my ass moving things up and down the stairs for the walk up: bowling balls, boxes of shotgun shell casings, military equipment, furniture, christmas trees-several hundreds of pounds of crap.

What do i get for it?

Bitched at for not being fast enough; told to calm down and stop being hysterical when i damn well know what i'm doing and i've got some old ass crone breathing down my neck dead set on giving me instructions on how to do something really fucking simple. I'm frazzled and worn out,and i'm on my last goddamn nerve.

I also wrenched something in my left hand. I have to be extremely careful with my stupid pinky or there's pain past my wrist-can't grip things with my hand like i should.

Thankfully i don't need it to draw, usually keep it extended...

*grumbles and puffs in a corner some where*