Three Days and Counting

I love sleep. One of my favorite activities is coming home and curling up in my bed and sleep, sleep, sleeping. Lately I have not been able to enjoy one of my favorite activities. I got sick this past weekend so I didn't sleep well Saturday night and slept on and off all day Sunday. Big mistake. I couldn't' sleep Sunday night but had to get up and go to work Monday, since I was exhausted I figured I'd sleep really well Monday night... no such luck. I slept okay, really, I had good dreams but intense dreams so even though I slept it was so intense that I was so exhausted the next day. Okay one more night I'm thinking yeah I'm so pooped I'm gonna drop like a bomb into sleep, one more night of NOPE.
So, UGH, here I am one more day at work trying to put up with all the crap on no sleep. I've been so stressed that I'm about to just break. It's been a really infuriating day and I'm trying hard not to cry (I do that mostly when I'm so angry I don't know what else to do) and I'm trying really hard not to just grab a box, pack up all my stuff, and walk out. I know it's really stupid and immature but so is this place. The only thing keeping me here is the fact that I have to have a job, I need a source of income and I wont get another job if they see I walked out. When I do get that other job though, I'm done. I will give them just enough notice and be gone. I have to take an "exit interview" that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of and I WILL let them know exactly what I think of this place.