It's stressful day at work. But it hasn't been a stressful day OF work. There were a variety of small factors, holding little consequence on their own, that grew and added onto each other until Devastator-like they kicked my Autobot ass.
It's now a few minutes before I go home. My tasks are done, mail is running smoothly. All that remains is waiting for my first paycheck (to settle various financial matters) and to fill the upcoming void in my Friday nights.