All I want to do is talk about how much I hate my job. If I had any balls I would just quit right now instead of next year but I have no balls (literal or metaphoric) so I just tell myself things like,"well, I'll just see what next week's roster is like" and "surely I can tough this out until February".
I just don't want to tough it out for another two months. I want to be happy now! I don't ever want to work another night or have less than eight hours between shifts or train another teenager how to wash dishes or deal with broken fridges or be upset that they're offering a fellow supervisor more money that me from right this minute, not many weeks worth of minutes.
So yeah, I'm all about the work hate but I just have to stop obsessing about it because it's not really helping. If a friend of mine was going through this I'd just want to tell them to either quit whining or get another job. It's a solveable problem, so either solve it or shut the fuck up.
Because I'm way into conflict avoidance I will just shut the fuck up. Repression, yay! I think I just figured out why I'm starting to get panic attacks again. I have a day off tomorrow I'm going to tread carefully and fill it with happy making things. Even if that ends up involving my arse on the couch and some kind of cake-like substance. That long list of things to do can just bloody well wait another day.
This Holidailies updating every day things is also causing me angst. I don't really feel like talking about how down I'm feeling at the moment because I don't think misery guts Isabelle is particularly entertaining or interesting. But I really want to keep up with the daily entries, so I apologise to anyone that I'm boring to tears or annoyance, whichever the case may be.
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