I'm not really allowed to QUIT my job yet, soo..

Have to put that YEAR in there before you can give it the old heave ho.

Anyway. Tired of never sleeping. Tired of hating my clients. REALLY FUCKING TIRED of the completely toxic environment in which I work. The back stabbing, the sniping, the gossip, the machinations. That's right, actual goddamn machinations. My boss gave me instructions on how to handle a client matter and the very next day reversed her instructions. After, of course, I'd already acted on her instructions. The head of the company pointed out to the entire firm who the counselors are in the company that are, themselves, recovering drug addicts/alcoholics. The HR person pointed out, again in front of the entire company, which employees had requested Cancer Insurance. If you try to address a challenge in group supervision, all the other employees talk about your lack of skills and understanding for days or weeks. One counselor, when I first began, mentioned that she had become irritated with a client. Our clinical director still calls her the one with "the anger problem."

It's fucking insane, and I stay up until 3 or 4 am tossing it over in my head, again and again and again and again.

Oh, and my first student loan statement arrived. They'd like $2200 by next Friday. Nice.

BOY I didn't last very long did I?

Meanwhile, eBoy's out of town for a week, I'm up till 4, so I sleep until it's time to go to work, I'm not getting to the gym, and my personal trainer went to Ireland for 10 days, which is going to translate into 10 days of sitting on the couch for me most likely, as i snort one Klonopin after another - But HEY I'm not drinking or eating cheeseburgers!

Gotta go. Leave the grammar alone. I could give a shit.