For a brief moment I felt a twinge of "I-should-have-made-my-resignation-more-conditional" remorse. Then I came to my senses and remembered that this job just isn't worth it. Like my manager said to me at lunch on Friday, "The tenants are killing me slowly."

The sad thing is they really are. Not me, I haven't been here long enough, but I can see how it would happen. Being yelled at by the tenants on a daily basis for things that you have no control over is bad enough, having to smile while you bend over and take it, only makes it all the more humiliating. Then on top of that you've got HQ breathing down your neck about all the damn pennies you're not pinching (of course according to their standards our buildings could be reduced to rubble piles and they'd still expect the tenants to carry on with their business and pay rent).

Anyway, the point is, I realized that yeah, it might have been nice for a few months to have a fatty paycheck, but the novelty would eventually wear off and I'd be stuck doing a sh*t job, at a sh*t company. And that is probably how people get trapped in jobs they hate but can't leave because they can't afford to take the inevitable paycut to break into the industry they really want to be in.

Have a lot on my mind. Will write later.

They are determined to work me these last few days.