...so you may want to stop reading now.
There is not a word to describe what I'm feeling right now.
Work has gone off the deep end. Like, batshit insanity. I can't even... I have never been in a situation like this. I'm frantically looking for new employment doing anything else anywhere else (legal or... otherwise). I cannot stay here, I know that much. I'll be lucky if I can make it through another month.
I spend every minute I'm in the office trying (and failing) to fight off tears. I'm wearing my glasses today because my eyes are swollen and hurt and contacts are a no-go.
I'm being vague. I don't want to be, but I also don't want to get fired before I have a chance to quit. Suffice to say... it's bad. I've activated all of my network connections. I've applied to everything I'm remotely qualified for, in places that include Kansas, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois. This morning, I wrote a really enthusiastic cover letter about how much I love beef. I meant it sincerely. I would bathe in raw hamburger if it would get me out of this place.
I'm trying. I have to get out.
I'm so stressed that I haven't been able to eat anything at all since Wednesday. It's not my band, really - I just find the very thought of food completely repulsive. I literally gag at the thought of eating anything.
I am planning to spend the weekend hiding under the covers watching The Hunger Games on Blu-Ray, snuggling with my dog and my wife, pretending that there's a way I can 1) have a job and 2) not hate waking up in the morning because I have to go to my job.
Updates about Vegas to come maybe next week, when I don't feel like the world is going to end.
(God, I'm such a Drama Queen.)