(sigh)

If there's one thing as bad as crying at work, it's coming in looking all puffy because of crying the night before and getting no sleep. At least I don't have to deal with people, they give me free coffee, and I have tomorrow off.
Things are hard sometimes.

The computer job I applied for in November (for which I was one of the last group of people considered) has another opening. So I sent them my resume again. I find myself at once afraid of not getting it and yet afraid of getting it and hating it. For all its faults, there are things about my current stupid low paying job that I would miss an awful lot.

We'll see.