Work Schmerk
I don't know how I'm ever going to go back to work. I don't know how I can ever face that place again. I just don't know.
I hope it will all make sense when my meds are balanced. I just can't imagine it right now. The thought of going back there scares the piss out of me.
I keep having dreams about it. About going back. I can't stop them. It's terrifying.
It's just work. Everybody does it. A majority don't particularily like their jobs. Why can't I cope with this? Most people I know have to deal with the same crap or worse for a much small compensation package. What's wrong with me?
It feels like it's closing in on me. I'm scheduled to go back on the 23rd. I don't think I can do it. I can't do it. I can't.
I hope it will all make sense when my meds are balanced. I just can't imagine it right now. The thought of going back there scares the piss out of me.
I keep having dreams about it. About going back. I can't stop them. It's terrifying.
It's just work. Everybody does it. A majority don't particularily like their jobs. Why can't I cope with this? Most people I know have to deal with the same crap or worse for a much small compensation package. What's wrong with me?
It feels like it's closing in on me. I'm scheduled to go back on the 23rd. I don't think I can do it. I can't do it. I can't.
posted by Buster Fixxitt & his Best Girl @ 10:47 p.m.
1 Comments:
At 1/05/2006 10:00 a.m.,
Anonymous said…
everything that Jen said - you do what you need to do FOR YOU, not for anyone else - and we'll always be right here with you...most likely snacking and playing da vidja games :) but happy, and safe and stress-free and full of love *huggles*
Post a Comment
<< Home