I kind of wish that when I slipped this morning while scraping the ice off my windshield that I had fallen all the way and broken my arm or something.
Then I wouldn't be sitting at my desk today.
When I sat down with my predecessor to discuss this job and learn things from her last spring, I should not have taken lightly her statement that some mornings she wished she'd slip on the ice and fracture her leg while walking to work. I should have taken that as a serious sign of things to come instead of brushing it off as general frustration with a company she'd been working for for too many years. Instead, we laughed it off and moved on.
Now I feel exactly how she did.
Curses!!
Alas, I don't have any answers. But I do empathize (I'm not lovin' my job either).
ReplyDeleteQuit! Do it! Do it now before you turn into a mean and nasty and bitter little shrivelled up prune!
ReplyDeleteYou know you want to.
(but back to reality. i'm sorry. i've been there. but then i got laid off and that sucked, too.)
If only I could quit!
ReplyDeleteThe mortgage isn't going to pay itself. And neither will those wretched student loans of mine.
Vicious cycle.