Let us go then, you and I...

This week work has worn me down.  Not the work itself, but the people.  My boss is still horrible at her job, and the bitch is still snarking and gossiping and talking down to me.  I come home feeling like the stupidest, most bumbling idiot.  I sometimes think I'm not qualified for this job, that I'm just making a hash of it.  Other times I realize that's just the gossip getting to me, and I realize I'm actually doing pretty well for never having worked in a doctor's office and working in a place where the manager doesn't know what she's saying half the time. 

Sigh.

I'm just really tired.

And this morning, in a huge What. The. Fuck. Someone rang my doorbell at 1:30.  I was in a sound sleep, which is a rare thing for me, so I was doubly grumpy as I made my way to the door.  They kept ringing the bell, like 5 or 6 times, and when I opened there was some girl leaning against the door frame.  She laughed and apologized and I slammed the door in her face.  God, I was so pissed, it took me some time to get back to sleep, and I woke up still grumpy and pissed.

I keep telling myself I'm lucky to have this job, that it's so much better than Amazon, which it is in so many ways, but at the same time... I'm just so sick of being treated like an idiot and being talked down to.