I've been hiding out in a basement today, both trying to keep cool, avoiding the phone, and not wanting to speak to others. I feel like a teenaged boy as I surf the net endlessly, listening to music way too loud, and funneling caffeine like it's spring water. The only thing missing is the porn.
I am having work issues, and am just fed up after a rather tense exchange of voicemail and email with my boss. There are so many ways to lay it all out, but I'll take the short road and simply say that there are things that I can take, and things that I won't. It's as simple as that. We've had our differences before, so it's plain to see that some things are never going to change. My job has an end date set for December, but I don't think that I can even go that long because of our clashing personalities.
It feels like I'm back at square one. I'm worried about the possible financial difficulties that we are about to face once again, but I sort of feel optimistic as well. I have been looking around idly for about a month now, and it's just going to mean that I try harder to land a new job. I've got ideas about other areas of employment, and while it would suck not to have her reference, I know that I can get on without it.
It's funny about stress. I was up all last night, worrying, pacing, and getting more angry. It took a shower, a couple of asprins, and a mindnumbing hour of a game of Hearts to calm me down enough to go back to bed. This morning I woke up, calm as a baby. I still have no immediate plans of quitting on the spot, but am glad to know that I've made up my mind. This may all blow over for her, but it's only temporary, unfortunately.
I'm moving on.