Check it out… it’s Wednesday, 9:12 p.m., I’ve been home for a few hours, and I had a great day! HOLY SHMOLY!

Today, I was finally able to get down to some business at work, and it was great! I feel like Oliver friggin Twist in there. I haven’t been this happy in years!

And I hear my former (yay!) employer, also known as Mean Boss, has been slandering me like a mofo. From what I hear, he had “nothing nice to say.” I screwed the paper over, I was the worst employee EVER, all he did was take care of me for years and this is how I repay him! How dare I rebuff his kindheartedness!

Hysterical! I gave my blood, sweat, and tears to that place for WELL BELOW market value, endured illegal labor practices (given 1099’s so he could avoid payroll taxes; no breaks; etc.), and literal verbal abuse and he is somehow SHOCKED that I left. PUH-LEASE! I liken it to a bully being surprised when one of his victims finally turns around and slugs him in the face.

For the first time in years I can feel the life returning to me and I’m starting to feel like my old self again. Most importantly, I know I will never have to see him again and that feels great!

At least I can take comfort in knowing that, at this very moment, he is at the office struggling to finish all the work that I would have done. That, my friends, is poetic justice and it is sweet.

Almost a year to the day that he fired me for telling him not to call me stupid, my boss started another fight with me this morning because I was late for work. Today’s onslaught of hurled insults included that I am stupid, lazy, a fuck-up, and a baby. Oh, and he feels sorry for me. I also learned that I make “hundreds of mistakes each week,” and everything that goes wrong at the paper is my fault. He also said that he would love to see me find a job better than this one, which is really funny because….

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For kicks, I’ve decided to keep a tally of every time my boss says the “F” word, which is a lot, by the way. Sometimes, he uses the F word in between every word in his sentences. And a few weeks back, I got an email from an advertiser intended for him in which said advertiser wrote, “Why do you cuss so much?”

I’m not saying I don’t swear but I at least can refrain when I’m at work – sort of. I just scream swear words in my head. He, on the other hand, constantly blurts ‘em out. Not to sound like a prude but it’s obnoxious. Don’t you think?

He was in the office today for a grand total of 30 minutes and I heard him drop F-bombs 15 times.

The true test will come Wednesday when he is in the office all day long.

We are coming upon my most dreaded weekend of the year – the weekend before Thanksgiving. Since Christmas also falls on a Thursday this year, I have two most dreaded weekends.

Why, you ask? Because since my paper’s usual print day is Thursday, and since Thanksgiving (and Christmas) falls on a Thursday, our printer is closed… which means… my production day is stepped up one day and in order to meet my special holiday deadline, I have to work Saturday. Fucking work on fucking Saturday.

Mean boss has tried in years past to get me to come in on Sundays too and… well, if you don’t know my answer to that one then you just don’t read my website enough. I also know he is going to go apeshit over the fact that I still have class Monday afternoon and will have to leave at my normal 11 a.m. And that totally sucks because I know I’m going to have to go back to work Monday night after class.

See why this is my most dreaded weekend of the entire fucking year?

One thing I’ve noticed about having a job I hate is that I literally CHERISH the days when I’m not at the office. Things have just worse since my reneged firing back in June. Really bad. So bad that while most people fantasize about things of an adult nature, my fantasies have revolved around me quitting my job, me handing in my two-weeks notice, and me telling Mean Boss to take a hike. It’s so bad, those Careerbuilder.com ads with the guy dressed as all different people telling himself to quit his job makes me tear.

I’m singlehandedly making three newspapers each week and now my boss wants me to spend more time working on the one newspaper I don’t have to do. I don’t even have the assistance of a typist anymore. I understand times are tough, and that’s fine, but you’d think I would at least get a smidgen of appreciation from Mean Boss. Quite the contrary, he not only yelled at me for going to school and not doing his work on Monday afternoons, he wants me to design the newspaper’s website, FOR FREE, AT HOME.

It’s too much. I’m so burnt out I could explode.

My dad wants me to apply at JetBlue, who are hiring ticket counter and gates agents. “You don’t have to take it, but just apply,” he said.

One of my professors also made the class hand in copies of our resumes and mock cover letters. The only comment on mine was “nice job.” She also told me to remove my WPM typing speed because it might relegate me to jobs below my value. No matter, now I have a nice revised resume that has been looked over by a practicing attorney. That should enhance my job search. Oh yeah, and did I mention I should have a degree come January?

New job, I know you’re out there. I’m going to find you! Soon! Damn it!