I quit my job. I gave them about two and a half month’s notice because four other people quit right before me and I didn’t want to leave them in the lurch. I’ve been calling in sick a lot because sometimes I just can’t stand going in. (There is a reason all those other people quit. There has been a huge amount of turn over in a year and a half. Is the message getting through to them yet???)
Everyday feels like a new level of humiliation. Ok, it’s not that horrible. I mean, they pay me. I get to take a lunch break (ususally.) I get to surf the internet when I’m not busy. I will take advantage of that during the next 15 work days.
My goal: go in to work each and every day during the next 15 work days. I can do it. I can do it. Right? I’m going to document the horror- the banal horror of it all- each day, so I don’t have to suffer alone.
Warning: a lot of complaining to come, self-justification, and a heaping dollop of whining.
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