I have gone back to work. I don't want to be here in comparison to working from home which was way more enjoyable. I wouldn't care as much if I knew for a fact that everything was okay, but apparently, not so much. I haven't had to talk to my boss yet again about anything, so I am not sure what to think right now. All I know is I am back in a place that I am not sure that I want to be in anymore because I hate feeling panicked or feeling anxious. My anxiety is down today, but it is definitely going to spike unless I get some real hearty work done today. I have decided not to stay at work anymore past 6:00/6:30 the latest. I refuse to screw up my nights anymmore during the week especially for an asshole who thinks it is okay to be bipolar at his convenience. I have learned that it is not worth working anywhere if you are going to work in fear of losing your job because you are going to send your boss to hell once day. The last time I felt like this I was feeling so sick every day I had to drag myself out of bed to go to work.
Working here sometimes feel like cold abrasive concrete. Unpleasant to the touch, very hard, cold and it can hurt you a lot if you rub it the wrong way. Not sure if I like knowing that. Anyhow... I am going to do my best to not let this get me too down because I don't think the appropriate response for me is to quit every time my boss is a dick. I suppose he was having a bad day, I need to talk to him and tell him not to do that again regardless of the outcome or repercussions of doing so. Plain and simple, it is not okay.
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