Forget that I don’t have an actual office anymore. It’s cubicle city here, but I love it.
It’s really strange working for/with people who aren’t complete bitches/airheads/catty cuntrags.
God knows I have enough of those in my personal life.
I mean, I get here almost a full hour earlier than I did when I wrangled med students aka wiped their asses.
Sure, sometimes I get down and a little teary because I get an email involving a two-year-old in hospice care, but that comes with the territory.
I feel USEFUL and I don’t feel like anyone’s bitch [I was my ex-boss’s bitch times twelve].
Today, I got my first full paycheck from my new job and, while I’m not rich, I can definitely breathe a sigh of relief and my old job can suck it even more.
I’ m having lunch with the pentagenarian today, and I can’t wait to get more details on my ex-boss’s hibernation, since pentagenarian says she barely comes out of her office.
Oh, p.s.: Lady Criesalot got a new job, too. With my company’s competitor. She has probably whispered and cried about four times at her new job now.