I hate my job (gee, there's a shocker). I hate every single thing about my job. I had decided to put in my notice several weeks ago, but my fiancé talked me into staying. While I understand and respect his point of view I would never pressure him to do anything he didn't want to. So I'm feeling a tad resentful. It matters not a bit that he
I decided again today that I couldn't take it anymore and would be putting in my notice on Friday. Now something has come up which would make it unwise to leave, especially if I want a chance to do something I've always wanted to do. Unfortunately, I have trouble coping with current misery in hopes that things may improve at some vague point in the future. Frankly, I just want to cry, and swear, and be as crabby as humanly possible (and if you know me, you know that I do crabby quite well). Most of the time I feel like curling up in a ball in the corner and squeezing my eyes shut. So if you're looking for me and can't find me, look in a dark corner.