Wednesday, January 14, 2015
This afternoon at work, my boss, while speaking to a friend of his within my hearing in the office, referred to a black man as the n-word. Again. And I walked out. Again.
But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep working for this racist asshole. I think it's time to go back to school. I'll have to work at the same time, obvs, but I can do that. Time to get a degree under my belt, time to move on. I can't work for this dinosaur anymore. I could keep doing what I'm doing now (office admin), but I've been wanting to go to college forever, so it might as well be now.
On the bright side, my anger led to some crazy creative stuff this afternoon. I left the office, and I was so pissed off, and I'm, like, I MUST MAKE SOMETHING PRETTY! I took a cheap old picture frame and Rockyfied it, and then I pulled a switchplate off the wall and modpodged a page from a bird book onto it, and then I busted out the Jillian and did a workout because I still needed to blow off some steam.
Oh, man. Time to fish or cut bait. Career advice welcome.