132 days

I hate my job. It is not something that my heart is able to do. Being mean to people isn't what I like doing. I don't think I was ready to go back. I left work crying today. This isn't good. I feel really out of place like I am trying to be someone else. I wonder if I will always be unhappy. I feel like it will never end. Being confronted by person after person is hard to take, not something I can just push aside. I don't think I can do this. But I don't have a choice, I don't know which one is harder knowing I can't do this or knowing I don't have an option.