Depression Recovery

Question:

I’m in a pissy undecided tired ass mood!! After a 16 day hiatus, I decided it was time to go back to work.  I went back to work on the 27th which was Saturday.  Today is Monday. I work tomorrow, and then I will be off until next week. Now I’m sitting here wondering, thinking, wondering if I’ve done the right thing.  I’m feeling like I should have just quit and called it a day.  I’m tired. I’m tired. I feel like I just don’t want to go on anymore. That’s stupid. I decided to slow my pace down at work.  Yet still I catch myself moving like a tornado to get things done.  I don’t know how to explain myself right now.  I just know I was accused today by two of my co-workers of not doing too much today. WHAT THE FUCK!!!  I bathed people AND worked in the dining room.  What the shit do they think I’m doing when I’m in there?? Sitting on my ass?? Shit, I’m walking, walking, walking my ass off serving people breakfast and lunch.  "I don’t want eggs.  I want cereal."  Walk, walk, walk some more.  One solid fricking hour of walking, serving breakfast, clearing off tables, get me some salt, get me some sugar, I need some water. this aggravation?  I had to walk off.  I felt just good enough to punch somebody out. Shit, let me go… I’m not making any sense here. Dazzy Deb Heaven Doesn’t Want Me, and Hell is Afraid I’ll Take Over

Response:

I would say the world is generally full of it. Tell you what, I bet you and I get more accomplished in a single workday than most people we work with do in a number of days. Just another working stiff letting you know I hear ya. GreyAdagio (p/e) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – >I’m in a pissy undecided tired ass mood!! >After a 16 day hiatus, I decided it was time to go back to work.  I >went back to work on the 27th which was Saturday.  Today is Monday. I >work tomorrow, and then I will be off until next week. >Now I’m sitting here wondering, thinking, wondering if I’ve done the >right thing.  I’m feeling like I should have just quit and called it a >day.  I’m tired. I’m tired. I feel like I just don’t want to go on >anymore. That’s stupid. >I decided to slow my pace down at work.  Yet still I catch myself >moving like a tornado to get things done.  I don’t know how to explain >myself right now.  I just know I was accused today by two of my >co-workers of not doing too much today. >WHAT THE FUCK!!!  I bathed people AND worked in the dining room.  What >the shit do they think I’m doing when I’m in there?? Sitting on my >ass?? Shit, I’m walking, walking, walking my ass off serving people >breakfast and lunch.  "I don’t want eggs.  I want cereal."  Walk, >walk, walk some more.  One solid fricking hour of walking, serving >breakfast, clearing off tables, get me some salt, get me some sugar, I >need some water. >this aggravation?  I had to walk off.  I felt just good enough to >punch somebody out. >Shit, let me go… I’m not making any sense here. >Dazzy Deb >Heaven Doesn’t Want Me, and Hell is Afraid I’ll Take Over

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I’m sorry that you have once again found idiots to work for and that you are overworked and underappreciated. But I have to say that just reading your rants helps me somehow. I think it’s a kind if vicarious venting. Why not? Most of my life is lived vicariously these days. I hope it gets better at work. Karen — Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) Walt Whitman

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