There I was, cruising along with a deep feeling of happiness and contentment, when BOOM! It blows right up.
I totally can not handle the stress of wondering about my job anymore. I just can't. And I am constantly on the look out for a new job, and unless I want to take a cut in pay there is nothing. It's so frustrating. Do I abandon the ship before it sinks? Or stay loyal and hang in there until the last minute?
It doesn't help that there is an arrogant douchebag here that I'm pretty sure is stabbing me in the back at every moment. He took my work from me today, then an hour later when I DID MY JOB he acted like I was supposed to ask him permission or something.
It also doesn't help that Hubbs is home sick today so I am left alone with my own thoughts and to drive me insane.
I know we can and will handle whatever comes out way, but this anxiety is killing me.