I had my first truly shit day at work. I was standing in the eye of my first work crisis. As a minion, of course (as opposed to decision-maker).

It was panicky and a lot of running around and wondering what the fuck to do now as very much more important people had curt discussions over email, the phone and in person.

So for the weekend: contemplation, cleaning my room, getting life in order, comfort food, mindless fiction.

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/adele-barlow/its-okay-not-to-be-passionate-about-your-day-job_b_3734235.html

Food for thought.