One

One Year.  OMG.  I .made. it.  I feel nothing but relief.  How sad is that?  I’m not happy, or thrilled or marking this day as a significant milestone.  I am simply relieved that I survived this long fucking painful year.  I have wanted to quit 4 times.  That works out to once every 3 months.  I went as far as to clean out my desk.  The only thing that stopped me was the thought of looking for another job.  All the tedious interviews.  Ugh!  I have had enough suck ass jobs to know that there will always be a princess.