Anger and discontent part 2

So today (Wednesday) is the first day I have come to the office this week.
I worked at home, remotely, for the past two days.
I will again tomorrow, and then I will actually be in the office again on Friday.

Sounds nice? Does to me. Except for the part where I come into the office. I preface this whole thing with a glimpse of my schedule so that we can get right to the 'you have a lot of gaul to complain about this' part, and the 'good lord, you are spoiled' part.
Fine, from some view others have it far worse on the job front, but as I heard it said once, 'my problems may not seem as severe as your problems, but they are still my problems and they still mean a lot to me'. I'm pretty sure that was Ugly Betty.

Anyway, funny part is this. I woke up feeling great. As you see from my last few posts, although the environment at my office is bullshit, I have mentally stepped back and was thinking 'no biggy' 'just a job' and 'I'm quitting soon anyway', and feeling pretty good about it.
Then I got in the car to come to the office. 26 miles to my office, takes me about 45 minutes. With each mile that passed and each moment that flew by, it got harder and harder for me to breathe.
By the time I pulled into Seattle itself, I was light headed and felt like I was about to puke. Nice huh? Happens to me every time I come in here. Wow.
Most of the things I have to say about this I already stated in part 1, but I thought a nice example followup would be good. I mean, hear I am thinking it's all okay, but apparently, it is really still not okay.

Just tells me I need to continue to make moving on more of a priority in life and renew my efforts to have this gig all wrapped up by the end of May.

So, just like on other Monday/Wed/Fridays (the days I try to come to the office) I can't make it through a full day and will be leaving as soon as I finish this post. It is 2PM. I've only been here 6 hours, but that is all I can take. There are still a few things I want to do for work after I get home, but I probably won't. The difference now is that I am not dwelling in any guilt for that sentiment.

Later-E