Personal rant time.
You think that after giving everything to a project, two years of my life, trusting that things would be right even though at the end we were owed over £18k in back salary and every promise ever made had been broken, you would think that I’d know better. But no, a slim chance to resurrect Top Sekrit Projekt comes along, and I’m willing to do it…only to find out that things are Not What They Seem. dahdahdahdummmmm…
I’m a freakin’ idiot.
Ok, /rant over. I only wish that we had some vodka in the house. My admittedly foul mood was not helped by a really nasty and negative raid (Sartharion with three drakes up). I’ve never seen so much finger pointing and backbiting in my life.
Do you ever reach a point in your life when you just. cannot. take. any. more. shit. When you have to say “ok, whatever happens, no matter where I go, even if it’s back to the States, a place I swore I would never live in ever again, it has to be better than this”. When you have to admit that everything, simply everything, sucks and it all needs to go.
I so need a change. It’s time to clean house.