I feel like quitting right now. Right now, right here. Just quitting this job and saying, “See ya later.” I really, really do hope I get good news next week, or I’m afraid of what might happen. 

The big boss is going on vacation off and on for the next month, my office manager is going on vacation off and on for the next month, and one of our co-workers here in the office is being taken away from his usual duties so that he can “handle the forklift during the construction phase.” He’s fucking being taken away from his usual duties SO THAT HE CAN HANDLE THE FORKLIFT. Guess who gets to pick up his slack? Take a wild guess. Oh, that would be ME. HIS job requires constant attention and MY job requires constant attention, and now yours truly has to do both just so that he can HANDLE THE FORKLIFT. That basically leaves TWO OF US TO HANDLE ALL THE WORK IN THE OFFICE, one of whom has just started a new regimen of meds and may or may not be at 100% each day.

Screw it.