Awww, thanks. Work isn't really stressful so much as boring (they took away almost all my really interesting job duties while I was away because nobody else could do them, and now they've all been farmed out to anonymous hospital-system-based transcriptionists and I'll never get them back), plus my beloved boss is now semi-retired and only there three or four days a week, and I just deeply resent being there.
It is lovely working with him, though -- yesterday we were in the clinic and doing our usual routine of him talking into the dictaphone while I fill things in and correct him every time he hesitates or stumbles, and I said, "Dear God, we're Colonel Blake and Radar" and he laughed until I thought he was going to choke on his uvula. But he's not around enough! And there isn't enough work even when he is around!
Interview for a different, more challenging and higher-paid job on Monday, and in the meantime they're scared of losing me so they may cobble together some new job duties and try to relabel me an Admin. Analyst, so it's not all gloom and misery.
Except that I still miss Matilda, who is getting so sweet and engaging and full of coos and gurgles and sly conspiratorial grins I can hardly bear it. Man, if we were Swedish or something (basically, any non-USian Western nation), I'd still have another year of maternity leave to go.