You know, I am pretty over my workplace and the drama I have dealing with these dysfunctional dimwits. I am sorry, what? You are 40 years old, and you cannot be told you did not get the promotion without a tantrum? What? You actually admit to doing underhanded, vindicative things to get "back at the boss" because you were mad your friend did not get the promotion? Uh, I am sorry, what "my boss"? I am supposed to just shut up and ride it out when people are acting like 2 year olds? Because that is "what we do". What about standards, expectations, a level of professionalism. If the mgmt does not implement it, no one will. I hate political drama and mindgames. I have already been married twice - there is no need to showcase my level of understanding of how people play mindgames. I refuse to be a part of them at this stage of my life. Period. And then we have bio-dad who calls whining and feeling sorry for himself because it is his birthday and no one loves him. Click. Dial tone. After all of this I sat on the stockroom floor crying because I miss H. She would have called what happened today "crazy making". She would have understood. What if no one else, ever, understands like her? She made me feel vindicated, when others were vindicative. She made me feel sane, when others made me feel insane. She was my rock, and my anchor. I need her. I just want to be with her, wherever she is. Even if it is in death that we can be together again. I need her more than I need this crappy life. I am tired, really, really tired. I took this job because it is a company that ranks in the top 100 to work for every year. Apparently Fortune magazine is deceived - or I am an aberration - or this store is an aberration. And difficult child - well - OMG. His dad did a number on him, and he is now a guilt jerked bundle of you know what.