Last week was a pretty bad one in the world of work. On Thursday I had a meeting with my supervisor and the program director and ended up losing my mind on the program director. I pretty much told her what I thought of her and the way she does things and it wasn't nice. And I was sobbing and really upset. I was very close to quitting and just walking out forever. But I didn't do that. Instead I've been thinking more rationally about quitting. Can we afford it? What will I do for health insurance? Will I have to cook every day? These are the things that I must consider. The other side of things is, how much more of this bullshit can I take at work? I kind of feel like I have hit bottom. Or some kind of breaking point. The worst part is that no matter how shitty I feel, it's my clients that are getting screwed. I am sure that I don't do a very good job as a case manager. It isn't my strong point. Never has been, never will be. But I have been put in this position and have done my best. But it's not enough. Is it fair that I stay in a job I hate and know I'm not good at just to have health insurance when people are homeless because of it? It's not right. Oh shit. If I quit my job, what will I blog about? Dust bunnies? Casseroles? The cute things our cats do? Hmmm...this could be fun!