Rock Bottom

Today, I was coming home when I started hysterically sobbing while standing in the bus stop. Which is a first for me. It also came out of the blue. Well... mostly. I was thinking about what to do: reading a book, getting something to eat, getting some net-time or going to sleep. I only have one choice, since I'll have to wake up early to get to the team horror in time.

I scared a little old lady half to death, but I quickly told her it was "nothing serious" and that I was just tired and sad. Bless her poor heart.

I'd like to think today could be considered hitting rock bottom. Both of my parents are begging (ok, urging) me to tell the bloody jerks off (my mother) and leave the company asap (my dad).The day was long, our few minutes of break nonexistent, as in group hugs and complimenting each other is much more important than a toilet break, getting a coffee or getting a breath of fresh air.

I was very close to just standing up, walking out and never coming back. I also have to thank the designers for those windows because I was contemplating jumping out... But of course I couldn't. (Which is a good thing, because I'd have died of shame again... come on, it's so cliché and weak...)

Seriously, this is quite enough abuse I have taken. They treat us like animals. If it happened in India, I'd say yes, they are bastards, and sadly it happens. But I thought we belong to Europe, and it was illegal to work someone near to death. Also, there are rules about certain types of work and breaktime... Seems like they are not privy to it. (Hmmm, perhaps I should report them...)

Anyway. Plan is to either work until I get the sum of money for the table I fancied since I saw it (about 2 weeks worth of my future salary), or until I can not bear to go in anymore. Either way, my folks are miraculously standing behind me. (That's a first!) So, I want that table, because then I could say it was worth it, or at least I got something real nice out of it.