Yup. I am actually thanking the person who pissed me the fuck off today. You have fueled my fire to get the fuck out of this place. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

To make a long story a relatively short one, I took the past five days off work to regroup, rethink, and relax. I did absolutely nothing and I loved every second of it. In fact, I was tempted to take a sixth day off! ... I regret I didn't. My time off really put it into perspective how much I truly hate my job. I walk in to work (although a few minutes late cause my husband misplaced MY keys), in a fairly chipper mood, and *WHAM!* *SMASH!*...My window of rare emotional sweetness was torn to shreds with a notice on my desk that I have been written up for being a little late.

Now, I have had the chance to calm down and I totally understand why I was written up. From a managerial perspective, I get it and I admit I had it coming..to an extent! I did not call to notify my boss that I was running a little behind (although the damn facility does not open for three hours). HOWEVER, to say she could not do her job because I was not here yet is complete and utter bullshit. Wait. Hold on. Let me take a whiff....Yup, I smell it. BULLSHIT. Don't use me as a cop out when my job does not technically start for another 3 hours. It would have been nice to have opened up and ask: "Hey, did you have a nice time off?" or "Do you feel better having some time away?" But, no.

Thank you for 1) Ruining my day. 2) Pissing me off 3) Giving me every god damn reason in the world to sit here, put on a fake smile, and think of the moment when I say "Fuck you. Here's my notice. Bye".

Eat shit and die bitch.