Work

I hate taking the day off work, all it means is I sit and think about how much I hate my job. How happy I would be without it...

In October 2007 I was estatic because I finally found a job doing what I wanted to do, what I went to school to do, I finally has a paralegal job. It was ideal, I mean I had to drive 35 miles each way, 5 days a week, but it appeared so worth it, just for the experience. Then I met my boss, I almost quit within the week. But several mos and loads of money in prescription anxiety medicine later here I am.

He had 7 legal assistants last year.....I was 7, and I started in October. He is nearly impossible to work for, and he knows it. Everytime I screwed up he would yell, scream, slam down the phone, then act like I didn't exist. Needless to say I cried everyday for the first 6 mos...but I never quit, we were in dire need of the money and I am too hard headed to know when to get out.

The past few mos haven't been as bad, he's finally settled down a little bit. That was, until yesterday. Yesterday was possibly the worst work day on record....and yes it really was that bad.

I have no chance of finding another job, since there is absolutely nothing here. It's kinda depressing to know that you hate your job, but you're stuck.