They're pulling so many dumb rules down over our heads at work and I just heard they might open a new slot in a different function. Though, as is, it seems likely I'll be able to do driving school for a motorcycle license (in 13 fucking weeks) in my current team, and I doubt I'll be lucky enough that things line up well if I do change my role.. I hate how fucking stressing this is. As long as I get to follow my schedule and one coworker swaps one night with me, I'm golden.
Oh, and a chubby pierced chick asked for my help reaching something in the store. She mumbled worse than I do and I barely noticed. At my old job, around shit people, that would've haunted me for days. Amazing what being around nice people can do. Almost worth halving your pay and ruining your body in physical labor when you aren't met with "Good morning! You should've died
" every day.
Exactly! I think some people just will never understand serious mental health issues. I've gotten it all, that I need to do x, I just have to do y, you can't do z. Try harder, be better. You can be sad, you can tell us anything, but no, not like that.
I'm convinced I got a depression but I don't wanna have it diagnosed or treated. I'm just jaded and not feeling much of anything, least of all engagement or enjoyment in doing things. I get out of bed, wash, shower, shop, be productive. I just can't sit down and enjoy something and go "man this is great", but do anyone do that past the age of 26?
Working in a psych ward around people who wish only for medication and an early retirement sobers you up something severe. No chasing promotions or anything, just living within your means and in as little pain as possible, while dudeass bros from high school are chasing a bigger house.
