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This post is only on Feb. 14th by default. I had the intention to write and knew what I would write about hours earlier. But that said, it's still Valentine's Day, I'm still posting, I'm still alone, and I'm still dealing with that fact.
You know...I'll get to what I had planned on writing in a second. Right now I'm going to vent, and let go of some shitty feelings I've been having lately, which reached their peak today. Today at work was honestly the most horrible I've ever had. I've had many a bad day at work, but I've always just worked through it and saw the light at the end of the tunnel "At xx time tonight, I will be relaxing on my couch. I can do this." But today I couldn't do it, I won't say I snapped because I in no way went psycho or any such thing. But I took as much as I could take, then removed myself promptly from the situation.
Yep. This has to do with Danny (of course). Working together is like a gift from the angel of death. You break up with someone, your first boyfriend, your first love...and then you are forced to see them 6 days a week. No breaks to get better, stronger, anything. It's just so cruel. And yes, I'm searching rabidly for a new job. Hope is not lost!
I kept trying to talk to him, and he kept interrupting me or not listening, or just plain walking away in the middle of my sentence. And I'm so stupid. I kept trying to talk to him. It doesn't even matter what it's about. He kept saying the rudest, jerkiest things, and yelling at me. I'm not sure if it takes the cake, but he sure came close to making me feel the crappiest I've ever felt in my entire life. And I'm so damn stupid...I walked right into the fucking trap. I'm so pissed for doing that to myself.
I couldn't take it. I left. I literally just walked out of work. I gave another coworker my cell number and told him to call me as soon as Danny had left for the day. If my boss had been there this would be a different story. Danny would have never ventured to treat me like that. I wouldn't have left. But I had no choice. I was either going to hit him to hurt him, start screaming back at him, or burst into a pathetic outpour of tears. So instead of looking any more like an ass than he had previously succeeded in making me...I just left. This post sucks. The cool post is going to be later.
But now I'm done. I got that out. Effing a today was horrible.
You know...I'll get to what I had planned on writing in a second. Right now I'm going to vent, and let go of some shitty feelings I've been having lately, which reached their peak today. Today at work was honestly the most horrible I've ever had. I've had many a bad day at work, but I've always just worked through it and saw the light at the end of the tunnel "At xx time tonight, I will be relaxing on my couch. I can do this." But today I couldn't do it, I won't say I snapped because I in no way went psycho or any such thing. But I took as much as I could take, then removed myself promptly from the situation.
Yep. This has to do with Danny (of course). Working together is like a gift from the angel of death. You break up with someone, your first boyfriend, your first love...and then you are forced to see them 6 days a week. No breaks to get better, stronger, anything. It's just so cruel. And yes, I'm searching rabidly for a new job. Hope is not lost!
I kept trying to talk to him, and he kept interrupting me or not listening, or just plain walking away in the middle of my sentence. And I'm so stupid. I kept trying to talk to him. It doesn't even matter what it's about. He kept saying the rudest, jerkiest things, and yelling at me. I'm not sure if it takes the cake, but he sure came close to making me feel the crappiest I've ever felt in my entire life. And I'm so damn stupid...I walked right into the fucking trap. I'm so pissed for doing that to myself.
I couldn't take it. I left. I literally just walked out of work. I gave another coworker my cell number and told him to call me as soon as Danny had left for the day. If my boss had been there this would be a different story. Danny would have never ventured to treat me like that. I wouldn't have left. But I had no choice. I was either going to hit him to hurt him, start screaming back at him, or burst into a pathetic outpour of tears. So instead of looking any more like an ass than he had previously succeeded in making me...I just left. This post sucks. The cool post is going to be later.
But now I'm done. I got that out. Effing a today was horrible.