Can My day get any worst. My boss is a gerk. And I really want to tell him where he can go. Oh how unchristian I am, when he is around me. I hate him for that. I hate myself for that. Ever since Harry died he has been such a creep. I have worked for him for 10 years. Never once have I stolen from him. And now he treats me like a thief. I feel like packing up my desk and walking. I hate it. I hate the situation I am in. Why did God leave me with this crapt. We just had a screaming war. He changes the rules each day. And I can't handle it. Well I may just take off the rest of the week to go job hunting. There has to be a better place than this. I don't care if I have to give up everything. Matt is just going to have understand. Maybe one day he will be better off.