Scarred

Two weeks of unrealistic expectations, breakneck training without repetition, daily humiliation and the empathic equivalent of throwing bricks at a stone wall, I am unemployed again.

It has been a trying, vicious, emotionally retarded and altogether unpleasant experience.  I have not quit a job in 15 years; I do not like the feeling of quitting, I do not like the process or the baggage that follows or all the rehashing that goes along with it - should, shouldn't, could have, did try, what did I miss, fuck it.

Feel crippled and exhausted and for that reason the blog hasn't seen much activity.  But until the next job comes along, I have time again.  Time I didn't want to have, but there it is.

Life sucks.