This week proves why I need to quit my job RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW:

- came in on Monday with a fever and acting a little crazier than usual. Went to my manager and explained that "dude, either I go home or I die here". Got blank look from manager. Decided to elaborate, "I don't feel well. I gotta go". I got the "if you must" look in return. Fought urge to kill. Went home and watched trash tv with the cats.

- Tuesday, came in (even though I still felt like shit). Staff asks how I'm doing. They all baby me through the day. Manager says nothing. I tell him that a family member has died and I need to run outta the office at some point during this week for the funeral. Manager goes on about how much funerals bite and dear lord how lame his father's funeral was. And who serves sandwiches at the funeral home anyways? Try not to kill. Shuffle off to my desk.

- later send an email to give full details about when I have to leave the office for the funeral. No acknowledgement. Go to manager's office. Yup, he read the email. At this point, I have never been asked how I'm feeling/holding up/breathing. Shuffle back to desk and start surfing for a new job.

- Had to sneak to doctor on my lunch break. Turns out I probably have strep and should be in bed. Am not in bed. Am in office. Praying for new job. Or multi-millionaire to sweep in and take me away from all this hell.

- now trying to figure out why I work here. Still can't figure it out. Wondering if anyone would notice if I ran screaming from the building. I think not.