I'm so tired but unlike yesterday, I can't sleep. Instead I'm sitting in bed in tears. How did I get to this point? How did I get to the point where I'm working so hard at a job where I'm not appreciated? When I work 12 hours to no avail?
Not once as a child did I ever say I want to grow up and be a low paid, work horse. Yet, here I am. As my co-workers say too me "you're so lucky you get to work overtime" Really? Lucky? Oh, I'm sorry that I'm expected to do whatever it takes to get work done while you hangout on myspace.
It's just one of those days.
~Posted From My Black Jack II
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