Abusive

I’ve come to the conclusion that my job is like the most abusive of relationships. I take crap day in and day out, give of myself, bending over backwards to please, am walked all over, to no avail.

And yet, I just can’t quite bring myself to leave. .. It’s too scary to think what life would be like without it. I depend on it, hell though it may be, because I’ve never known better.

Pathetic, really.

Tonight I’m applying for a new job.