So I’m pretty sure it’s official that I hate my job. I came to that conclusion while sobbing on the phone first to my husband and then to my mom while driving home from yet another mind numbing, long ass day. I’ve been trying to talk myself into it for a while and that things will get better and blah blah blah but I’m pretty sure that I’m trying to force a square peg into a round hole… and by square peg I mean someone that needs to breathe without so many freaking ANAL RETENTIVE RULES!!! It’s not hard work by any stretch of the imagination nor is it anything that I can’t learn or do, but when you start fantasizing about just where people can stick retainers it’s not a good sign. I need to start playing the lotto and maybe reconsider resurrecting my porn career.
So I guess its back to the drawing board… at least this way I have a steady pay check until I can find something else. My husband told me I could just find another job (not sure what I would do without those helpful words of wisdom) but now I’ve gotten to the point where I kinda doubt myself and my choices… after all I thought this one was a good fit. GRRR I hate the unknown, but I know myself and I know what I hate even more is being stuck in a job where I feel powerless, mislead and unappreciated. Why oh why didn’t I stick to my high school plan of marrying a rich old man (kidding) at least they didn’t order me the ugly uniform tops yet *silver lining*. I’m totally dipping into my plane ride ration of Xanex tomorrow.
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