The weekend has brought me a nasty cold, no computer and a looming date of departure for my husband. I'm going to miss him. I'm going to miss him doing yard work and taking care of us when we're sick and vacuuming.
This morning I came into work feeling some-what positive (as positive as I can be on a Monday) and that's already down the drain. I hate my job. My boss doesn't know his head from his ass but is constantly asking me the status of jobs he should know about but for some dumb ass reason doesn't - he doesn't do his job. Yet I'm the idiot, the worthless idiot - or so he makes me feel. I know he's just a lonely old asshole with nothing better to do than pick on those who actually have a life but I'm tired of it. I'm sick, sad and tired and this butt head who won't leave me alone. I prey everyday I will be able to quit this place but so far my prayers go unanswered. As lucky as I am to be able to tell my boss what a fuck tard he is it doesn't make up for the actual fuck tard that he is. Cross your fingers I won't lose my job today.
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