Thursday night was horrible, with the loss of two workers who quit. That means that our ad builder is doing the work of three people, because I am not able to contribute much, because I am doing the work of two. I try to get in an ad or two when needed, so I don't overload him further.
The stress is killing us. My boss and I went at it full force, literally shouting at one another. It was a horrific blowup, leaving me traumatized and depressed. I couldn't eat or sleep until work the next night.
He had the perfect right to fire me, and I didn't care. In fact, I dressed extra nice, in case I was escorted to the door.
But it didn't happened. Nothing did. We simply slogged through another awful night.
Maybe we needed to let off steam, but it was very upsetting for me.