Actually, I'm really quite scared.

Not of quitting, Mum and Lucky have said they'll help cover me if I need it and that I'm doing the right thing, but I really don't want to be called into the office tomorrow and asked how to fix the situation and told I should stay and all the rest of it. One, I'm quite scared of Big Boss, and two, it's not my job to tell them how to fix things. Normally I wouldn't take that tack, but they know what the problems are and have simply done nothing about them. And to judge from two weeks of working with them, that's not going to change, that's not something that can change.

But I'm bad at holding my ground. It's not that I back down because the other person is right, I back down because the other person is sad, or angry, or shouting, and I hate shouting. I don't want to make other people unhappy. I also don't want to be accused of running away as soon as there is "real work" to be done, because they've already spent two weeks intimating that I'm not really working as hard as they'd like.

I wish I could have just walked out instead of promising to stay through Tuesday. I'm almost hoping Big Boss is rude to me, just a little, because then I have an excuse to bolt immediately.

So I spent the evening working on a grant application, buried up to the neck in my own writing, and that has given the evening a decidedly surreal feeling. It feels like it should still be eight o'clock.

In good news, Dog's labs came back today and his kidneys are much better than they thought, so he goes on the Doggy Senility Fixing Drug tomorrow. Hooray!

I'm home, and didn't die.

I did not get called into the office to be yelled at, but I did get called incontinent. The precise phrasing was, and I quote, "Well, if you feel you aren't continent enough for this job, then perhaps it's for the best."

Today not only did I not have internet, I had no computer or desk for several hours. It strikes me that I am not the one lacking continence.

I work tomorrow and Monday and then I'm done. Can't come soon enough.

I'm worn out, so I'm going to fix some dinner and watch House. Sorry there were no three things last week, I was not feeling the triplicate love. I will say this, though: every time Harrie opens her mouth I like her a little bit less.

So many stolen office supplies. *pats backpack full of mailing envelopes happily*