Why for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?

This is one of my ex-husband's favorite lines for a Looney Tunes episode featuring the Tazmanian Devil.
Now, Taz doesn't do a whole lot of talking. More grunting, splurting, screaming, growling, mumbling kind of stuff. When he's not deviling around wildly, making even the most stable among us dizzy.
But in this one episode, and I can't remember exactly which one it was, Bugs successfully, though temporarily, buries Taz. When Taz finally makes it back, walking I think instead of whirring, he asks that simple but all illuminating question.

"Why for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?"

That's how I feel. Yet again. Consider this cheating if you must, but please allow me to refer you back to "Functionality"

Frustrated at every turn, feeling a might under utilized, this was a bang your head on the desk kind of day. Not that the situation didn't bring to light another situation which needs to be fixed. And that's not a completely bad thing. But my functionality is greatly reduced when the wheels of the machine grind to a halt to discuss the accuracy of the information behind my task. Information that was not created by me, information that I assumed (my mistake) was correct according to the person responsible for said information.

Alas, this is not the case. And I spun my little hammers until I bruised and splintered my functionality.

Does anyone have any tweezers?

Say, let's lighten things up a bit. How about a new look? Something should be functional.