I survived Monday. Part of the reason why I dreading it was because my boss texted me yesterday morning, bright and early for a Sunday, telling me to be in by 8:30. I managed to make it in by 8:30 but of course, she made it into the office way past 8:30. Love that “do as I say, not as I do” management style. Insert eye roll here.
Not only did she come in after 9 but she left before 5. She has kids, which to her, gives her free reign to come and go whenever and since I, a singleton with absolutely nothing to do but work, should slog it out.
I used to love my job. Those days are long gone.
I have to take the big step to find another job. It is the unknown that scares me and the fact that I don’t really know what I want except that it is not what I have now.
I just want a job where I make difference. Where I do something to help someone.
I am still feeling down. I just want to curl up and sleep until Memorial Day at the end of May. I am doing laundry tonight because it is much needed and the first night in a while where I could do it.