wanting out

I want out. Now.

I know it's only a natural part of life to have bad days. Bad work days, for that matter. But lately, I've been having a bad work period (as in, more than just days or weeks)-- I just want to dump everything pending and leave the darn bank. There are so many reasons-- more than I can ever elaborate on in this blog. All I can say is I just want to head straight to the way out... and hopefully never look back.

Today was the worst. In a steady string of 14-hour days, today brought me news that I'd be expected to deliver 16-hours per day next week. Are you freakin' nuts? It's not like I live in the neighborhood, you know? And the work load you're adding is not as easy as you make it out to be. Incremental, by virtue of the word, means extra. On top of. Over and beyond. Sobra.

Add to that the recent developments internally... and extenal opportunities that have come up... All I want to do is leave. Hit the road towards better, brighter horizons.