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hiddenmuseI'm sick of what my job is doing to me. Sick of what it's turning me into.
Last night, after a hellish day of dealing with an asshole producer and a couple of near-abusive clients, I realized that this job is almost feeling like an abusive relationship. The more I'm hurting from it, the more they try and woo me back somehow, or I feel like I'm obligated to stay around - when I really don't have to.
I'm just tired of feeling like a pissed-off, pissed-on peon. The stress has aggravated my TMJ in the worst possible way as you all know, and it's certainly not helping my depression or mental health in general. I'm almost afraid to think of how it could be affecting my physical health - if it weren't for the Nexium, my stomach lining would probably be almost non-existent by now.
And I'm tired of constantly bitching about work. It feels like that's all I ever do anymore is complain about how much I hate my job.
I used to be cool and funny, even a bit sarcastic at times. I miss that person.
Last night, after a hellish day of dealing with an asshole producer and a couple of near-abusive clients, I realized that this job is almost feeling like an abusive relationship. The more I'm hurting from it, the more they try and woo me back somehow, or I feel like I'm obligated to stay around - when I really don't have to.
I'm just tired of feeling like a pissed-off, pissed-on peon. The stress has aggravated my TMJ in the worst possible way as you all know, and it's certainly not helping my depression or mental health in general. I'm almost afraid to think of how it could be affecting my physical health - if it weren't for the Nexium, my stomach lining would probably be almost non-existent by now.
And I'm tired of constantly bitching about work. It feels like that's all I ever do anymore is complain about how much I hate my job.
I used to be cool and funny, even a bit sarcastic at times. I miss that person.
