Posted by Roo on August 12, 2002, at 10:13:48
In reply to depression=difficulty complying with workplace ..., posted by Medusa on August 12, 2002, at 8:52:36
Yeah, I can relate...and thanks for making me laugh
at "I just truly don't understand why I can't wear my
bathrobe to work..." I had a big laugh over that one...and
it's very visual...picturing you in your cube amongst the busy
work bees in your terry cloth robe and bunny slippers.I think it hurts me at work that I could really give a shit
half the time. I wonder, sometimes, if depression, as hideous
as it can be, really does remind you of what's REALLY important
in life...you're on the edge of death some of the time...and when
you've lived that close to the edge it's hard to get all worked up
over whether the numbers are where they should be or not, or what color
labels look best with the case report forms, or all that other shit...I just
can't be bothered to care. Which is probably why I don't rise up in the
ranks. Last week I was feeling suicidal and like life wasn't worth living
and I had my boss talking to me about mailing labels and I could tell she
was getting increasingly irritated by my blank expression of not caring about
the mailing labels and I was getting increasingly irritated by her getting so
worked up over mailing labels it was all I could do not to shout
"I don't give a flying fuck about the mailing labels, OKAY??!!!".I might be this way even if I weren't depressed, I don't know. I probably just
need work with meaning.But yeah, I don't care about rules much, I just don't see how it really
matters much. To me there's only one bottom line: as long as you get
the work done, what the hell does it matter?
poster:Roo
thread:28466
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