Most days are pretty good, and I studied for this career so I would feel fulfilled. But some days loathing isn't a strong enough word to describe how I feel about this job. I got back from one of the best vacations I have ever had. It changed my life, it strengthened my relationship, I fell in into a level of love that I didn't think would ever happen for me. And yet all anyone had to say was "I came to see you and you weren't here. I've been hurting for days. Where have you been. I can't afford for you to go on vacation." Some are halfway kidding, most are dead serious. In reality, I don't expect strangers to care about my life. But these people seem to be under the impression that I am automated and there to serve their needs only. If I were still in food service and hadn't just dropped 200k of money I don't have to improve my circumstance career-wise, I could handle this much more easily. But I feel like I literally threw away four years of my life just to cater to the same breed of fucking assholes I dealt with as a waitress, for pay that isn't really that much better in the scheme of things. The difference is that if I fuck up now, I can get sued. I hate that I hate my job so much of the time. I hate that this job is the main thing keeping me from moving back to Charleston, to my friends, and to Jonathan. If I could tell about 50% of these people to get the fuck out of here and don't come back, I would. But that's bad to business. Maybe I should have stayed in the lab. Working in a quiet room with Petri dishes does not sound like a bad thing at all right now.
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