I get these bouts of depression (you probably already know that). Phil thinks that I should go and see a doctor, and perhaps he’s probably right. It feels like a physical thing: chemical imbalance, biorythmns, I don’t know. Part of it is undoubtedly stress and depression relating to the crap job and the house situation. But out of the blue, sometimes, I just sink into this dark pit. Very strange.
Everyone seems to have lost their will to work, following the absurd, so-called pay raises. Why should we put in that extra effort if we’re not going to be appreciated or rewarded for it? I hate working (and living) that way, however – it’s too damn boring, for one thing. I want challenge and excitement and applause for a job well done…and pay to match would be good.
*sigh*
I’m going to close this entry and start another. No more talk today about the job. (Even though it is rather like working for Phil, the Prince of Insufficient Light.) Enough.