Today was a long class on intermediate-level* Excel taught by a teacher who did nothing more than read the illustrated, step-by-step instructions aloud, culminating in me checking my email to find out that our newest team "lead" volunteered me for shit while I was out (as if I don't have enough already). I have thus finished the day off with my diet completely blown, crying and downing half a box of Tagalongs from the freezer in less than 10 minutes, because the thought of going to work tomorrow is literally more than I can reasonably bear right now. So now I'm a sniveling, nauseated wreck. Way to hold it together there, KB. Bra-vo.
The best part? Tomorrow is going to suck balls, too, because I have a one on one with the same team "lead" who wants us to be a cohesive group or something, which we were until she came in and started her trend of making sniping remarks then immediately demanding assistance with some inane bullshit or other, presumably to feel important. I just know that meeting is not going to go well. And then Friday, while it's supposed to be fun, it's the company summer event and it means spending another fistful of hours in the company of some of the same people that are driving me bonkers already. And I refuse to withdraw the ridiculous amounts of money necessary from the ATM to survive that event at the cash bar.
This weekend, I need to I calm the fuck down long enough to polish off my Monster and Careerbuilder resumes, then make the pretty-on-paper version of the same. (If I am not calm, the anger and sarcasm will creep in.) And then start writing out answers to the usual job interview questions. I will likely be at the store for a new suit soon. What's frustrating is that right now, the only thought I can manage when it comes down to the "Why are you leaving?" question I'll be asked is "I want out." That's the refrain in the back of my head every damn day at work, too. Out. I need out. Have to get out. Over and over again. I feel like I'm going completely mental.
*Clearly, my own opinion on my level of computer literacy is much lower than the rest of the world; I thought formatting cells was rather basic.
The best part? Tomorrow is going to suck balls, too, because I have a one on one with the same team "lead" who wants us to be a cohesive group or something, which we were until she came in and started her trend of making sniping remarks then immediately demanding assistance with some inane bullshit or other, presumably to feel important. I just know that meeting is not going to go well. And then Friday, while it's supposed to be fun, it's the company summer event and it means spending another fistful of hours in the company of some of the same people that are driving me bonkers already. And I refuse to withdraw the ridiculous amounts of money necessary from the ATM to survive that event at the cash bar.
This weekend, I need to I calm the fuck down long enough to polish off my Monster and Careerbuilder resumes, then make the pretty-on-paper version of the same. (If I am not calm, the anger and sarcasm will creep in.) And then start writing out answers to the usual job interview questions. I will likely be at the store for a new suit soon. What's frustrating is that right now, the only thought I can manage when it comes down to the "Why are you leaving?" question I'll be asked is "I want out." That's the refrain in the back of my head every damn day at work, too. Out. I need out. Have to get out. Over and over again. I feel like I'm going completely mental.
*Clearly, my own opinion on my level of computer literacy is much lower than the rest of the world; I thought formatting cells was rather basic.