I stalked out of the office at 12:00 noon on Friday.
And it just might happen again today.
I am furious.
I love my job. Well that's wrong, I love what we do at my job. Everything else, especially the management, is leaving us employees very unhappy. It's a disregard for our work on a general scale, and it's simply not on.
Anyway, so for the first time ever, I left. Just upped and walked out.
As a result, this weekend I really, really, really could've klapped a thousand Jaegermeisters. I really wanted to drink this weekend. Instead, I had 2 rock shandies with 747 over dinner after Friday's debacle. I don't know how I did it.
Saturday, I wanted to drink even more. I went to a birthday party and battled to relax. Perhaps it was work too, but more likely, that everyone was pissed and I felt very left out. A lady who'd just had her boobs done was making us touch her knockers. That was in fact rather pleasant, and by the time I left to go home, I'd had a nice night really.
If there's a passive way to crack, I just did it.