Today I have had enough. I just need to know where to send my letter of resignation.
A friend used to tell me he admired the way no matter how hard I got knocked down by life, I always got back up. I used to ask him if I had an option?
I’m just so…tired? That doesn’t begin to describe it. I am emotionally wiped out tonight. I have nothing left. But I don’t get to quit, and that’s pissing me off. Except I don’t have the energy to actually be angry.
Work just keeps getting worse. I’ve got two major things due in the next week, so now is when they start ripping the office apart so they can move us up front and everyone who comes in will be standing at my desk. Not on the other side of the counter, they’re taking that out. AT MY DESK.
Because, yeah. I’m a f*cking receptionist.
Hope had a red light today. After all that talking, all the conversations on how to handle the stuff that was getting her in trouble, she got a red light for running in the classroom. Which she knows is an instant red light, no warnings.
The teacher is fed-up, she had a blurt at my friend who was picking Hope up. One thing she said several times was, “I don’t care how smart she is, she isn’t going to pass.” First I’ve heard of it, her report card two weeks ago was pretty damn good. Also, the teacher is of the opinion that she tells me what’s going on, I don’t respond. Oh, was I supposed to say something to “fourth bad day” scribbled on the note where she circled the number next to “yellow light earned after warning”?
Bly is going home for a whole fricking month over Christmas.
My friend is fed up with Hope, he talked my ear off for half an hour on the phone he knows I hate about how unfair it was that the teacher yelled at him. And he still, after all we’ve all done, apparently is of the opinion I could put a stop to this if I tried. Or at least, that’s how it sounded.
I’ve got the damn letter. Just tell me where to send it.Â