I think my soul is dying. It has been for a while.
Today I was accused of a $75 mistake that I had nothing to do with and berated for doing something I was trained to do… both by the same person, who incidentally is not a supervisor of any sort. I have to go in at 6 am, which means I have to wake up in 3.5 hours… and I haven’t been to bed yet.
I can’t show the house to potential roommates because it’s trashed. Nobody will fucking help me clean/organize it, and I don’t have the energy to do it all myself. I spent forty-five minutes tonight on one small section of the kitchen.
I honestly don’t even know what I am living for right now. I just don’t see the point in any of this. Things get worse every day.
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Like I said the other day, hang in there. I know it probably doesn’t mean much from a long-time lurker you’ve never even met, but there are people out there who care. Sometimes taking it one day at a time is all you can do. I can’t say that I know exactly what you’re going through, but I’ve been in my share of shenanigans and I know it sucks.
P.S. I’ll leave a link to my personal page this time.