I thought that having a new job lined up and heading towards the finishing line here would make my current place of work easier to bear. I arrived this morning and for the first 20 minutes everything was fine but now - for a stupid, pathetic reason - I feel close to tears and want to say, 'Screw the lot of you' and walk out. But I can't and now I just have to sit here with this feeling. It's too early in the day for me to even think about wanting a drink, but the thought did cross my mind and I realise that the thought is always going to cross my mind when things go wrong for me - it's what I do that counts though, and by the time I get home the feeling will have gone, the thought will have gone, and I shall have another sober day.
Later that same day
Lunch out with a friend, a chat, and sanity and good humour are restored. Hurrah for friends!