I hate my Distric Manger. She has visited my store three times this week alone and every time she comes in and starts micro-managing and I hate it! To day she took over the desk in the backroom and made a conferance call to HQ. Doesn't she have an office of her own!? Why's she gotta come in here and make trouble!?
I know I'm up for a promotion but really, if I have to deal with her more offten I'd rather just quit! No amount of money is worht this! Every night when I get home from work I'm to damn tired to even talk to D! I don't even have the energy to chat with the man I love because this damn job is running me ragged!
I feel like on of the chorus from the stage musical version of "Les Miserables". "At the end of the day you're another day older and that's all than can be said for the life of the poor." I hate it!
But I can't quit because the economy is such s**t right now that I'd never be able to find another job and all my problems would just get worse. D still doesn't have a job and he actually finished school and jot his BA (unlike me).
Life just seems so much more hopeless today than it did yesterday and I don't know why....
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Kicking a** since 1991!
Because REAL men don't F-ing sparkle! I'd take prudish Andy Bogard over whiny Sparkle-tard any day!