The Dark Clouds Above

...after having been off work for more than a week, I find it impossible to find anything but dread for the thought of returning. I was sick Monday, a result of possible food poison/stomach flu due to the fact that 7 of us were in a small, confined area for more than a week. <Everyone got sick; well, except for that one person, whom I believe was protected by the lining in her stomach already being pulverized by an exorbitant amount of coffee and cigarettes> Anyway, didn't return to the shit-hole (work) Monday, have class on Tuesdays, so I must return tomorrow (Wednesday). I find myself almost hyperventilating at the thought. It feels like an enormous dark cloud swelling around my skull whenever I think about setting foot back in that place. I keep plotting ways to avoid it, and contemplating whether I could reasonably afford to just tell them to F-off, and never go back.

But I can't.

At least not right now.

So I suppose I won't.

At least not this time.

Fuck.

My sincere apologies to anyone who might stumble upon this and be offended by the language. This is my vent, and all I can say is: I'm glad I don't work with you. Although, that might make it easier to not return. Hmmm...