Did you know today was my one-year anniversary at my job? Can you believe it?! One full year. It’s like the anniversary of my rebirth… finally breaking free from the shackles of a MISERABLE life of demeaning comments, horrendous Wednesdays and meager paychecks.

I am free, folks. And yet, 12 months removed, I’m still bitter and angry about my previous employment situation. A recent run-in with Mean Boss himself a few weeks back didn’t help anything but to reopen old wounds. Worse still, now seeing an environment in which I not only feel appreciated but supported as well, makes me downright angry.

Will I ever let it go, like everyone constantly tells me to? Probably. It’ll probably drop onto the backburner of Angela’s brain once some lingering issues such as back taxes owed and old parking tickets from long nights at work are cleared up. But I don’t know how long it will be until I get over the emotional abuse I endured. As the anniversary of my miscarriage approaches, I’m forever reminded of how cruelly they handled the whole thing. As I accumulate more and more days of vacation time, I remember how I had to PLEAD to get a day off of work for jury duty (!) or how my boss put a “help wanted” ad up to replace me because I had to miss ONE day to have my wisdom teeth removed. Grrrrrrrrrr…. nope, I’m not even close to over it. And isn’t it fitting that I find myself preparing for a Celtics NBA Finals just like I did two years ago when Mean Boss fired me, called me an idiot (among many other things) and demanded I respect his authority just short of jumping up and down and stomping his feet like a child.

On second thought – pardon my French – Fuck those fucking fuckers and their fucking news-fucking-paper. And thank you once again to my awesome boss for believing in me enough to give me a chance. One year down… here’s to many more productive years!!!!

Oh, and Celtics… beat those fucking Lakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!