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22 August 2005 @ 06:38 pm
Woke up at about 4 in the morning with my heart racing. The branch manager at my job had been on vacation all last week and was coming back today. There's nothing quite like waking up to a panic attack, wondering "Oh gods, what's going to go wrong today?" I almost called in sick—actually, I did call in sick (to the temp agency), but after talking with my mom called back and told them scratch that, I'm coming in.

The job is driving me up a wall. I want out. Only the branch manager knows when this gig is scheduled to end; the agency doesn't. They're supposed to call tomorrow to find out. I've made it pretty clear to them that sooner rather than later would be preferable, and that I'm stressing like crazy.

Today actually went fairly smoothly, aside from some irritating messiness when doing the accounting. But still, I feel like I'm teetering on the edge. Hopefully, I won't have to tolerate this bullshit for too much longer.
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: Tennessee Ernie Ford - Sixteen Tons (Owe My Soul to the Company Store)
mr_smeggersmr_smeggers on August 23rd, 2005 01:20 pm (UTC)

I thought I had it bad...

Just remember. You gotta focus on getting home, and putting your troubles down at the door.