here’s a recap:
2 days ago, my manager said “what’s wrong with you lately??”
i looked her square in the face, said “this job makes me want to fucking kill myself”, ranted about the drama and in-fighting and gossiping, said something to the effect of “every day that i am in this office i want to slit my wrists and bleed out”, then clocked out and said, quote, “write me up or fire me, i don’t give a shit anymore”, and walked out.
AND NOW I HAVE 2 INTERVIEWS AT TWO DIFFERENT OPHTHALMOLOGY PRACTICES AND THAT’S WHAT U MISSED ON GLEE
my job is 7/8 of the reason i haven’t been on here, the work atmosphere makes me SO miserable. was it a bit extreme to say i want to bleed out? Possibly, but i mean every word of it, i hate that office, i hate the catty behavior, and i hear ALL of it, not because i WANT to, but because i PHYSICALLY CANNOT TUNE NOISES OUT SO I HEAR EVERY SINGLE CONVERSATION HAPPENING WHETHER I WANT TO OR NOT. it’s GETTIN TO ME, I’M AT THE END OF MY ROPE MAN.
but now i have to swallow my pride and go back. temporarily. i have a phone interview today and an in-person interview tomorrow. for ophthalmic technician positions, which tbh is more in line with what i wanna be doing anyways. touchin ppl’s eyes n shit i’m so excited i want this experience SO bad. i hope they like me.
anyways. i have to go back to hell now. i’ll come and do a full tea spill on the horseshit i’ve been goin thru cuz OH. my fucking god dude.
I LOVE YOU BYE <3
~emma-elayne, future eyeball toucher
(oh, btw : see you in new york :3)