There's a level of anger inside me that is just below the surface and is dying to come out. It wasn't always this way. Four years ago when I moved to Buenos Aires I was the happiest I have ever been in my life. I was aware at that moment that it would last forever, but I didn't expect to go so far in the opposite direction. Even as short as 6 months ago I wasn't angry. Things were going well with my job and I had just moved into a new place. But it was the beginning of the negative cycle. I struggled to maintain a friendship with my ex gf until it became clear that was simply not possible. My supervisor left Argentina to return to England. He was a great mentor and taught me a lot. He prevented me from having to talk with the boss and with the managers of the three restaurants where I work. I did the tasks he asked me to do and did them well and on time. Now the demands I get from these managers and the boss are unreasonable and conflict with each other, not to mention I don't have the time to do everything they ask of me.
I'm set to explode if I don't take some time off. And time off means I come back to more unfinished work.
