Imminent PTSD?

The garage re-imagining is still determined to cause me grief, even though the builders have finished and gone. We now have to have a site visit by a few hairy odd bods from Head Office. Apparently the work has to be signed off by Health and Safety people, and also someone from accounting has to check the invoiced-for work has been carried out to the letter before recompense can be made; and we also have to have someone from Senior Management do an official inspection, and probably five or six other bullshit excuses for visits so that people who are already paid too much can have a couple of days away from their pretending-to-workplaces and stay in a local hotel, all expenses paid. It wouldn’t surprise me if a priest turned up to do a blessing, and some kind of voodoo doctor made a sacrifice.  
This job is a trial at the best of times; when I go through a month like the past one it feels like unceasing day-to-day trauma.

RC 28-2-17