Or at least to me, it's always seemed like that's just something people don't do. Work needs me! The company needs me! What if I am taking off time someone else needs! Love the brainwashing.
Anyway. Today was the last day of my two week vacation. One week was spent in another state, the other, at home doing nothing. I loved every minute of it. I am literally having a panic attack thinking about going back to work. I hate my job even more now. The job itself is stressful, but honestly I could continue to push through it if I didn't work with the worst, cliquey, two-faced people. EVERYTHING is drama with them all. This job has taught me to just not make friends in the workplace.
I have been trying to apply out for other positions for a few months now and nothing. This post is mainly just me needing to vent. We have one fucking life to live and if we want to survive and have no other million dollar skills or ideas, we're sentenced to 9-5s 5 days a week or shitty part-time jobs. There has to be more to this. The panic and depression of constantly thinking about this is weighing so heavily on my soul. Is that dramatic? No, I don't think so anymore. I'm so fucking sick of working.
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