Straws and Camel Backs

Although some blathermouth has made my discontent with my current job known far and wide, these fuckers still find it acceptable to clean off their desks on Friday by putting all their paper on mine. "I don't think she likes me"? Well, no shit. Get your fucking acts together.

I spent the long weekend thinking long and hard about whether I want to really change positions. Usually, my response was "no." I'm settled in here and have tenure. At the same time, my job is really repetitive, I'm not really included on anything important to the success of the office, and my boss consistently rewards the staff for mediocrity.

I'm sick of it. As soon as I stepped through the office doors this morning I had a foul taste in my mouth and my heart sank.

We'll see how today goes.