When you find your self muttering under your breath to your boss, "I will CUT you, bitch!"
Yeah...the "new" position is not so great. I have contemplated the following as coping mechanisms in the past week:
1. bringing a flask to work
2. simply grabbing my coat and walking out and not returning the next time she opens her fat mouth and says something condescending and bitchy
3. getting back on drugs, until I realized, it really ISN'T me, it IS her.
4. hiding something like leftover sushi in her office so it begins to smell utterly putrid within a few days
5. making a voodoo doll that I will commit unspeakable atrocities unto. (shut up about my grammar, I'm mad...in many ways)
6. hiring a hitman(surely there are people out there that have a price, it can't be just in the movies.)
There's more, but I'm sure with the two degrees of separation in this crazy town, there maybe someone reading this who knows my boss and then I'm totally fucked. I'm sure there's some type of Human Resources equivalent to the Patriot Act that would consider these musings a threat to her safety on the job. Implied threat of assault, maybe? Like joking about assasinating the President.
I could go into a whole thing right now about character assasination and how I personal revere and fear for the life of Stephen Colbert right now, but this is ABOUT ME and my MISERY dammit. Since no one reads this anymore anyway, I'm gonna rant like I've never ranted before.
Except not right now. I'm too sober and tired. Give me a couple days, I feel a righteous bender of rage, self-loathing and misdirected violence coming on. Excuse me, I must go now, mix a stiff drink and cuddle with my cats.