It has not been an easy month, but I am doing better. Finally. I still don’t want to be at work, I still can’t stand some of my coworkers, and I’m still sad about my friend’s death. But I have regained hope, and a semblance of normally, and perhaps most importantly of all, I have begun to build a plan.
A plan to get out.
I was so broken up after my last talk with Second Boss in Command. I went home and sobbed and sobbed, and Husband saw me, and offered comfort, and we talked about plans to get me out. So now I am going to work, but keeping in mind that I won’t have to work with these people much longer, or spend every day in this cold, uncaring, clique-y place. And that is enough to help me feel better.
On top of that, a job interview fell into my lap through a connection, and it is promising. The place is very much what I’m looking for, and I have a second interview this week. Perhaps I’ll be out of here soon…