Today is like every day making glass for hours and hours. Never gets better it always get worse. I am very skilled at my job. They don’t believe me because  I mess up so much. I don’t know if they like me. Hopefully they still do or i’ll lose my job. But I’m happy because i only have 3 weeks left. then i’ll be done with my job. I’ll be able to work somewhere else. My heart hurts so i need to rest.