snazzykat: Does anyone know?

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At which point does enough become "enough"? Is it when your ridiculous workload finally becomes insurmountable? Is it when unreasonable co-workers finally go from annoying to downright bastards? Is it when you finally have to let go of your last shred of professional pride in your work in order to do your job? Is it when you actually find yourself feeling "bad" to go home at 5 o'clock because you have work left to do?

I'm thinking I might be really close to "enough".

For me, the final straw comes down to "character assassination". I deal with these kinds of situations everyday and yet I still manage to put out decent work (even if I do say so myself). I have been kept awake at night thinking about the next days project and I have found myself on a Sunday afternoon looking forward to going to work on Monday. I love my work. I might even go so far as to say that I do, like a co-dependent girlfriend, love my job. I bust my butt everyday for this stupid job.

It just seems extremely F'ed up to me that with all I do, there is always someone who has something to say to tear it down.


Mood: Pissed

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snazzykat - (digs scrawny pale guys.)

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