Quit my job

OMG

After 2 months of countless resumes, I landed a new job!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M FINALLY GETTING OUT OF HERE! My last day is the 20th!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

To getting a new job?

No; to cracking. I feel as if the final straw will come any day now and I simply won’t be able to handle it anymore. Today, receiving e-mails from my boss questioning what I had just said to a customer drove me insane. I was ENTIRELY correct in what I told the customer, she just didn’t understand.

What an idiot she is.

In any case, I’m still waiting for a reply from a company I’ve already had two interviews with so far. I’m chewing my nails and waking up with sweaty palms over it. I really want the job, but I feel like I may not get it; I was kinda overzealous in my demands for salary. =\

Until I know for sure, I’ll keep to my “sub” goal: Sending out at least 1 resume a day.

“Why not,” I thought.

I was sitting at my desk earlier this morning thinking I may be overreacting to how much I hate my job. What about everyone else who’s unemployed? Many of my friends, and their friends, are about the same age as I am and are either 1) still finishing up college or 2) unable to find a job because they chose a crappy major. If I look at them, I really should be grateful that I’m able to make a steady income, especially since I found this job 1 month after graduating.

It’s all relative. Today’s just one of my better days; I’m still relentlessly looking for a job.

I’m completely and utterly fed up of my job. I can’t name a single positive thing about it. I wake up at 5:45 AM Monday to Friday and sit in traffic for an hour while getting to work, which is 45 km away. While I’m there, everyone is so unprofessional. It’s a desk job btw, so I’m stuck in a cubicle for 8 hours a day. There’s insane amounts of petty work politics, no clear definition of seniority, my boss is the biggest micromanaging bigot of all time and belittles you the second you make a mistake, there are never any words of praise but plenty of “Why did you do that?”—AFTER it’s all said and done, I get to spend another 2 hours sitting in traffic on the way home. By the time I get home, I crash into my bed, I’m irritable, and I don’t even want to talk to anyone. This job has even caused me to take up smoking. I quit smoking for a while with some support from my friends but I went right back to it after my stress level peaked this week. I so desperately need to get out of this job, yet I need the money. I have actively been looking for another one, but I haven’t had much success and I’m getting far too stressed out about it.