Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Fire
Published 10.1.06 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
I used to think that I
hated my job.
But I realize how good I had it. I would
try to get fired and it wouldn't work.
I have, thus far, survived at my job because I ignore the fact that I hate it. But I can't ignore it anymore. The annoyance of my old job seems trivial compared to the things I put up with now.
Last night, I laid on the couch and cried. Because I hate my job that much. And I am very angry with myself for doing that. I identified the sad loathing of my spirit. I finially labeled it. I can't avoid it any longer.
But it doesn't help.
I've properly identified my emotions and now I feel like properly flinging myself over a sharp stick. Or properly jumping off a cliff.
I haven't felt this kind of sadness or loathing in awhile. Why couldn't it have just stayed buried?
I am not happy.
I am angry.
I want to go home.
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