today I 'back talked' the boss,
"Don't tell me what I said."
Well, then don't fucking tell me what I did was wrong when it's you who told me to do so...he hung up on me.
Phone got thrown, desk almost got flipped, literally, but it's a heavy sum bitch....so it only ended up a-kilter on a collapsed leg after a push and a kick....find somebody else to fucking program and design on your fucking antiques...err, I mean, 'legacy equipment.'
I need a change, I fear, before I really snap....fuck.
Also, 4:15 appointment to get the tooth stitches out, sat in a chair until all about 6pm. Best healthcare in the world, right?