Nancy Griffith's It's a Hard Life Wherever You Go has been streaming through. Which is very melodramatic to apply to such a personal dismay. Personal is not important, really. Still, I can hear her voice, oddly compelling.
Today I spent way too much time bursting into tears, telling people I care about that I've put in my notice. It's all very sad.
Dealing with my oblivious manager brought on tears of angry frustration, prolonged far beyond reason or reasonability. Such soft words, but I kept noticing lies, and the barb that my "little problem" was going to be there at the new job. That being, stupid lazy new people have a problem with me, as I have with them. Yeah, well, not all supervisors turn that into a reason to berate and dispirit their experienced staff. Then want to hug and reassure them. Ugh.
Yeah, well, it's not her problem. Never will be again. Made me really glad I will be gone.