I Can’t
I just can’t anymore. I had a stay-cation this weekend which was amazing, but today has been shit. PURE SHIT. I WANT OUT. I WANT OUT NOW. I always get heart palpitaions before my routine Monday meeting with bossman about a client, but today I knew it would be more crap. I just knew it.
I am THE ONLY PERSON on an account that should have at least three others and HOW CAN I BE EXPECTED TO DO EVERYTHING AND NEVER FORGET ANYTHING AND BE PERFECT. I can’t do it all. Sorry, but I need help holier-than-thou bossman. YES, HIRE SOMEONE, ANYONE. GET A BODY IN HERE.
If Lucifer had a judgmental, sarcastic, belittling brother, it would be bossman. I DO NOT WANT.
