One would think that Valentine's day could be sweet and such, if even for the cookies and cakes that my coworkers generously bring into the office. But no. Today was Greasy. Today I met with Grease.
I was told that I have 30 days to get my shit together and present to him a true understanding and plan for my project, or else. I'm essentially on probation. Initially I thought - hey, I can do that. It'll just take some elbow grease. Grease, indeed.
Then I realized that I don't WANT to do it. I don't want to work my ass off to prove to this man I don't like that I am worthy of a job I don't want to do. What's the point of causing myself so much grief? I'll tell you the point. Money. I have to decide if this misery is worth this money.
It's not. I'm out.
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