Unfortunately for me though, I don’t drink.
Yes, I hated my day job. And no, I really didn’t want to go back but that doesn’t mean the way things wound up doesn’t leave me really low today. Going to get my stuff, I felt like I was being punished. I felt demeaned as my former boss pushed the cart with my boxed belongings to my car. (And of course, to add insult, he was way at one end of the complex and I parked by the lobby because I assumed that’s where we’d meet. So we had to cross the entire campus to get back to where I was parked.) I wanted to yell to everyone that I did nothing wrong! I wanted to defend myself and tell them they were the ones in the wrong, not me! I felt like everyone was staring and judging.
I got home and wanted to cry. In fact, I did cry a few times today. Not because of the job itself but because it felt like I was paying the price for their arbitrary rules. They wouldn’t let me work while in treatment and awaiting surgery and then they also decided I was out too long. It’s like, how can you have it both ways?? Everyone says I should talk to an attorney but really, is it worth all that frustration? Isn’t it just better to put it behind me? (Though the small voice in my head says that just lets them do this to someone else in the future… I don’t know.)
So today’s been a bad day. The kind of day that if I drank, I’d definitely be having a couple.
To add insult to injury, I had a possible huge custom order (like $300 huge) which got back to me today that he was going with a different shop and thanks for my time anyway. Just a kick when I was down. I felt like if I could have gotten that today, it would show I don’t need them; that I can do it on my own. But I guess not.
Anyway, bad day. Sad. Hoping tomorrow is better because today sucked.