Heals The Original Dryness

i hate to say it, but my dad was right. actually i don't hate to say my dad was right. he often is right and thats why we love him. what i hate to admit is the content of what he was right about.
i hate my job
i love the people, i work with, esp the newbies that were just hired yesterday. they were awesome! we were play hacky sack with a balloon. it was so much fun. and one of them does tai chi and stuff and it was just really cool. for like the first time in the office i felt like i was really part of a group. of friends that is. the rest of my collegues right now are women. one of whom that i often have had to work with, is a driver and has no sense of direction. and doesn't know where she's going. but doesn't ask for directions. i have little respect for this person.
but talking to people who don't care, getting constant rejection, asking people that are as poor/poorer than i am to give money/introducing people to an organization and then basically saying "so now that you've read this folder and listened to my shpeal, how bout giving us money every month?"... it's starting to get to me. and that doesn't make me the top employee with these people. and the thought that kept going thru my head last night and making my eyes well up with tears every time:
i'm doing my best, but obviously thats not good enough for these people
i called in sick today
i'm feeling a bit better now that i've slept for 12 hours and i don't have to stand on my feet all day and i can get some things done that i've been meaning to do/would have had to do in a frantic rush tonight. but i do believe i'm going to get fired now. unless i do a fucking stellar job on monday.