Have you ever worked somewhere and had one of those days where everyone just seems to know how to push your buttons?
Today should be great because it's Friday and tomorrow I'm going on a shopping spree with a good friend and I don't have to come back to this wretched place for two whole days. Not to mention, I'm taking my lunch break to send my résumés in the mail and nothing could be sweeter than that!
Somehow I feel as though the world is against me and I'm incredibly irritable about it.
Maybe it's the tension of knowing that someone will be reading through my résumé and leafing through my portfolio and deciding whether I am worthy of leaving this dump to join the normal professional field where people don't jump in other people's offices to let out a giant, flatulent fart and run away giggling. And where people actually have some idea of what they are doing and don't have to be taught the basics at least once a week. And where one man's idea of funny isn't to walk from office to office yelling at the top of his lungs for each person to stop looking at porn and if they need spankings they should come to him.
This is not a sane office. Most offices would not allow such vulgar, unprofessional, borderline (if not actually) sexually harassing behavior.
Each day, I die a little inside. There have been times that I have cried in my office because I hate this place so much. And yet, I'm terrified that no one will want to hire me or I'll think I have found the job of my dreams and then it ends up being the same atmosphere as here.
Don't get me wrong, there are a handful of normals that I love dearly and I will be sad to leave behind, but sometimes I wish the earth would open up and swallow the rest of them.
Am I crazy? Or, is this the office from hell?
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