Will the torture ever end? Will they just keep piling totally stupid bullshit work on me until I collapse in a blathering heap? Or until I just leave and never come back? Maybe one day I'll get up from my cubicle (oh how I miss having my own office, own window, own door), take one of the 10,000 media kits I just assembled and shove it up the ass of one of the bitchiest/patronizing/phoniest/brown-nosing bitches I have ever met.
I'm really trying to hold on until I can get something else but it gets harder every day.