I Used to Love My Job in My Fucking Feelings

But it seems like today I did everything wrong. Or maybe someone just decided it was all my fault. Maybe the truth is somewhere in between the two. They took away the only day I work with my friend. Now I’m working with people who despise me and one of them happens to be my supervisor’s boyfriend. Now, just like everyone else, I’m considering quitting. It’s just that I’m going to miss my residents so much. I wish I were coming home to a partner that could tell me it’s all going to be okay, that I’m doing well, and tomorrow will be better. He’d wrap me up in a blanket and his arms and we’d watch anime and eat yummy snacks so I’d feel better. Then tomorrow he’d pick me up from work and we’d go to the gym. Ah, dreams…