I don't find this to be *prima facie* unreasonable. I do think I'm an angrier-than-average guy. However I feel like I don't know enough about the problem to solve it. This is because (1) there is never any documentary evidence and no specific examples so I never know what exactly I'm apologizing for, and (2) this is the first job I've ever had where this was a problem so either the behaviour is new for me or someone is interpreting it in an unusual way.

My first instinct is to quit the job to save face (I never liked it anyway) and also because I think that quitting may be my last hope in hell of ever becoming a non-angry person. But that may just be my alter ego, Mr. Splits, talking.

Let's review the reasons why this is a particularly angry period in my life:

**1. Small-town living.** I used to think I was a pretty adaptable guy. I have always been able to adapt to whatever wacky shit life threw my way. However this is the first time said wacky shit has ever taken place in a small town. It's been nine months and it isn't getting better. Some days I feel like I'm on enemy territory; other days I feel like I'm stranded on Mars. I miss my friends, I miss middle eastern restaurants, I miss HAVING EASY ACCESS TO PSYCHIATRIC CARE. I even miss taking public transit to work because at least then I could do some reading to warm my brain up!

**2. My relationship.** It's going well. *Really* well. Like, better than I deserve. But my girlfriend has made it clear that if I move back to the city, I'm moving back there alone. So, the decision of whether to stay or go has very high stakes. This is the only point of contention in my relationship; everything else seems to be fine. 

**3. Normal bad-job stuff.** Unclear expectations, poor communcation, exhaustion, conspicuous lack of autonomy, improper (IMO) balance between mental and physical labour, systematic failures of my efforts to fix any of this. The kind of stuff that turns hundreds of normal people a year into angry people.

**4. Australian citizenship.** This one's kind of unusual. When I agreed to take this job,  I was living 8,000 miles away, in Australia, nine weeks away from getting sponsored for citizenship by an employer who paid much less but who, in hindsight, respected me much more. Now that I'm above the age cutoff for certain types of Australian visas, that door is closed forever.