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I really, really hate my job. I can't pretend otherwise anymore. I don't even know exactly what it is, or when it happened, but the thought of going back there makes me want to throw up. I really don't know how I'm going to get through tomorrow without quitting. But I have to. cause of the whole needing money thing. I feel a bit like a prosititute. Trading my soul for cash.

Here's a list of things I hate about my job, in case ranting makes me feel better
1. My boss is rigid and has screwed up priorities
2. I have nothing in common with my coworkers, and often can't understand the things they say
3. I hate, despise, loathe, abhore, detest and am sickened by one coworker in particular
4. Instead of doing what I enjoy and should be doing (selling), I spend the majority of my time doing things I can't stand and am not good at (cleaning and straightening.)
4a. I am judged and criticized on the latter, rather than the former, so I constantly feel like a failure
5. The corporate office is incapable of doing math. And I really don't sit well with stupidity in those above me.
6. I've been given lots of ultimatums, and my job security has been threatened.
7. My successes are rarely recognized, but my mistakes are constantly criticized.

I feel like there should be more, but mostly the rest are just minor iterations of previously listed irritations. And really, seven is enough. My hormones are going a bit crazy right now, and I know that's adding to my rage and misery, but this has been going on for far too long for PMS to claim all the credit. It's finally bad enough that I'm getting off my a** and starting a job hunt. I can't wait for Sephora to come through for me (They haven't called me back yet. This too is depressing me.) I'm installing MS Word now so i can make sure my resume is as spiffy as possible. But on the down (further down) side, I really hate job hunting. it's constant stress and upset and anxiety for me. So I probably won't be happy again for another month or so, at least. But then again, with a giant tax return coming to me (I hope) this is just about the best time to quit. If I do lose my ability to hold out and quit on the spot one of these hours, before I have a new job, then I won't be quite as screwed as otherwise.


Jeff knew I was upset tonight, so he made me a big plate of bacon to cheer me up. This is way more romantic than you'd think, mostly because it indicates just how well he knows me.