The more I need to work the less I actually feel like working. It might be different if I had a little more help but as usually I have very little help and am surrounded by people who voice opinions about things that they don't know anything about. They seem not to be as many of them at the moment, they know I'm miserable. Let me be happy and they'll rush to butt in. I have no idea why but those that are around me love to see me miserable; they must every time I'm happy they rush in to ruin it.