Just a job

Wow, I never thought that one place could take your spirit, your vitality away as your job. I have been working for the same place for five years. I have gone through four or five different Supervisor's and still know more than the next one. I deal with some of the worlds smartest people and greatest minds and yet, some, are the most dull and nastiest people who ever lived. I have to drag my body out of my bed every morning to come in and be beat up and tossed aside as if I were a bumb. A few months ago my hair started to fall out and a year back I found myself in one of the darkest places I will hopefully ever know. And yet, my boss and most people who speak to me, tell me "its just a job". I take my job very seriously and have tried not to. I find it is the hardest thing. If it were possible, I would quit. I would love to run through the halls of this building and scream as loud as possible...F..@! you. I wish I could even tell a few people to meet me outside. I can't even tell you how mad and frustrating these people I work with have made me. And still. I am here.