I lied when I said that I was going back to “normal life.” I worked an almost thirteen hour day yesterday, without a lunch break. I wasn’t working on coding for the bulk of the day, either. I was working on a powerpoint presentation for my boss. Changing a word here and there, and redoing all the graphics. Changing the font, and redoing all the graphics. Switching out the tiny little thumbnails on screenshots of the new site, and redoing the graphics. When I left, I didn’t get a thank you or a kiss-my-ass. Nothing. I’ve been up all night last night, with terminal insomnia.
This was compounded by a terrible letter from my daughter. She had said earlier that she missed calling me on Mother’s Day because she was sick. Yesterday she finally admitted that she wasn’t sick, she had been in the hospital after a suicide attempt. I feel like breaking into tears again as I write this.
I need to go home. I need to get away from this fucking awful situation here and just go home. My mother is very ill, and my daughter needs me. I am trying to decide what I should do…I can’t afford to quit, which is what leaving a project like this midstream would entail. But family comes first.