Dread.

This is my last weekend at the hospital. I've got to work, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, then I'll be done, but it is a long time from now until then. I so dread it. The thing is, I stayed working the weekends trying to be nice and I think the boss is mad at me anyway, for saying this would be my last weekend, so I don't think she'd ever give me a good reference. I made a mistake thinking that I should take this job. I was thinking that it would be good to separate home and work, but I've worked at home too long and I just couldn't adapt to being gone so much. Oh well. After this weekend, I will be done and I won't make the same mistake again.