Dear Work,
i hate you. don't get me wrong. i love having the haven of my office. i even love that the work i do has an impact on populations that could use an impact. and to be truthful, i do love some parts of you. but taken as a whole, i hate you.
90% of what my job has been over the last 18 months isn't even what i was technically hired to do. it was part of the package, i know. it was contingent on my taking a position here... i get that. but that 90% i hate. and when reviewed on ONLY the 10% with the suggestion to DO MORE, i want to lose my freakin' mind!
also the 90% that i have busting ass over is constantly under fire. i'm sorry. i can only take so much... and for some reason today is not a day i can take much at all... who knows why.
so here we are... it feels like an impasse. it may not be... and i am (believe it or not) taking steps to make it not an impasse. but i am looking at my life and considering running away to the philippines to get away from you. that's a really long way to go to run away from a JOB. i've ran away from boyfriends and ex-boyfriends and enemies and my own past to places much much closer and yet, dear work, i feel the need to go to the completely opposite side of the world to escape you. and why do you think that is? because when i leave here, i take any semblance of functionality with me. that is not a threat, it is simply that i am a lynch pin and partially out of spite and partially because i just cant take the pressure, i want to remove myself... and let it fall apart. it would be satisfying and the relief i imagine i would feel i cannot even describe.
so i'm hiding. door closed. breathing deeply. trying not to "take it so personally" as you say... because hell, it's just what i've dedicated 1,954 hours of my life to. i'll try really hard to not take it so personally.
f.u.
-L