It’s now 11.30 pm and I’m sat watching tv and DREADING going to sleep.
Normally, I love my bed, but Sundays are always different. See, I hate my job. Not just as everyone hates their job but my job has caused me depression, it has risked my marriage through my moods and has directly affected my physical health because due to having to work late I can’t find the time to effectively exercise (plus I’m in such a bad mood I can’t get the motivation to do any).
My boss makes me feel worthless and the pure fear of going in to work and wondering what I’ll get blamed for next and what abuse I’ll suffer is absolute torture. I’m trying to stay awake because when you sleep, time runs quicker and that is one thing I don’t want to happen. But I’m so tired. I don’t have much choice really.
This may sound pathetic and childish but I honestly can’t take much more.
Still, I only have 8 working days left and I’m totally free of it. Just have to hope I have the strength to survive the horrific feelings I get every time I think about that place.