work has now officially found my breaking point - hope that's what they wanted... they managed in two days to load me down with so much work (and so much NEW work i have NO IDEA how to do) that i walked out today at 4pm (note: 3 hours early) told my boss i couldn't deal and went home in tears (for the second day in a row)...
and to think - i LOVE my job...
fucking bites
and to think - i LOVE my job...
fucking bites
How ya doin' girl?
xoxo,
d