My boy is GONE! He is f*ing GONE. Like yesterday is GONE.
I don't know if he quit or got fired or what... i plan to find out hopefully. But i am SOOOOO... not... happy.
Now i could kick myself for never really talking to him. I mean, i'm sure he wouldn't have liked me but.. who knows.. maybe he would have.. if i would have not ignored him.
Someone punch me in the face next time you see me.
Sad, sad, SAD day.
Now i have nothing to look forward to at work. However, my anxiety might be slightly lower... but my depression will be higher. HA. damn.
anyways... i have one day off tomorrow and then work 9 days straight AGAIN... boo. 9 boring boyless days.