January 4, 2011

This is the first week going full-time at my new job. It’s horrible, almost unbearable. I try to not think about it when I’m not there, because it stresses me out enough as it is. To sum up my frustration though, I work 12 hour days without a break, my boss is rude and treats me like an idiot child, I’m so busy and overloaded with things to do I want to cry, and nothing is ever good enough for this psychopathic dentist. This was my Tuesday. I left work at about 8:30. I was standing on the subway platform feeling down when I thought I felt something wet. My water bottle had exploded in my purse, soaking it and the right side of my body. It was not a happy day.