It may have finally happened. They may have finally pushed me to my limit. Today I received an email from an angry parent telling me all the reasons that her daughter should not have to pay for some of the things on her move out. And one of the reasons was based on a private conversation I had with someone who I considered to be a friend. Lesson learned. Trust no one. They won't get their money. They broke a rule in the lease they signed. But I feel violated. I apparently can't escape from this place. Even in my private life.
I hate this job. As in Hate. I need to find someone who can pay me what I make here but can give me a peaceful happy job. Doesn't this exist???????? Bastards.
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