Allie did another post on depression. As per usual, it’s beautiful and funny and poignant and perfect.
(via optais-amme)
She’s all like, “You’re getting a case reassigned to you (on top of the 5 cases you’ve already gotten this week), but don’t worry, I picked the one that looked easiest so it won’t be too heinous. Shhh…”
And I’m all like, “I’ve been plotting to quit this heinous fucking job just like those people you keep reassigning me cases from. If only you knew. Shhh…”
Not to mention I’m this close —> |-| to throwing my hatred of this job in my boss’ face and letting her either use the information to cut me a fucking break or fire me.
I’m gonna just drink a beer and work on hating my life a little less. I fucking hate my job and in 22 days l have been there a year, which was my awful, stupid goal that I gave up on 6 months ago. I just want a different job, goddamnitfuckfuckfuck.
This is my life:
“Imma just munch donuts and stew over my hatred of this job as I drive into work 45 mins late.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck my job.
It’s one of those days where I just want to yell how much I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!
I almost have my meltdowns sorted into a coherent timeline.
3-6 months of something new before the first meltdown and then a meltdown every 2 months thereafter until I find change.
I hate it when I can’t blame my shitty mood on PMS. Get it together, self.
