Yes, I still hate my job. Today we have a meeting at work. Most of us think it’s just a damage control thing (a couple of things have happened that the big honchos should really tell the underlings) but a tiny part of me thinks – hopes, sometimes – that by 11 am today I’ll be strolling out the front door with a box of my personal belongings. (Okay, and my stapler).
(Note to self: If strolling out the door with box of stuff between 12-1, ask D for ride home)
And just head straight to the unemployment office. Don’t wait even a day to get money from the state and your former employer!