I think that it’s time to move on. This job has me bound in chains that I locked onto myself–and I don’t do very well in chains. Apparently, I am not cut out for fake smiles and passive masks when my words are wrenching about in here waiting to boil over and sabotage my fruitful efforts at a peaceful and friendly work place. On the other hand, there is a lot to learn here. Running away is not always the answer. I have a feeling that this is going to unravel and become a valuable lesson, as most tough situations are. A lot of these issues are my fault and I am willing to own up to that. I am human and I make mistakes. I don’t expect to be babied around; I need to take the rough road sometimes, otherwise learning those valuable lessons would be impossible. But when is it enough? Maybe it is really time to move on. The next door might lead to a better room.