Well, I don’t think I’ve felt so truely miserable for quite some time. It’s easy to see the cause this time though – after such a good weekend, I could feel the comedown happening on Sunday night, as I took of my nail polish.
The swapping of my stuff from purse to wallet didn’t really help….
I awoke this morning desperate not to go to work. I sit here on the verge of tears, it took me over an hour and a half to get dressed for work – and I couldn’t wear a shirt this morning. Simply couldn’t.
I’m verging on calling in sick….why? Because I feel sick. Not sick because I’m ill, but sick from misery. It just furthers my belief that I need a new job. If I have to go through many more mornings like this then I won’t survive. I certainly won’t be able to keep the job.
What’s more scary is that I’m ready to transition – not physically maybe, but mentally I’m happy to. I’d do it tomorrow if I could. I hate this half-way position more with each passing second. And at the moment I just want to cry – I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes.
Anyway.
Kate.
