fuck this life
once again i find myself hiding in the bathroom at work, crying
i can't take this place anymore. i'm sorry i assumed youd do what you always do and have the place ready because you know everything (being the supervisor) and set up the program because i had another program until 5:30 and therefore couldn't be in at 9am to set up the toys - remember how you get angry at me if i stay a minute late helping someone?
this is supposed to be my career, but it feels like a life sentence. what happens if i leave, other than i loose my chance at the profession i do love? i'm already stuck living at my parents house...
fml.
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