or How I Gave Up and Hated My Friday
Last Friday was not kind to me. In the morning, I hit a severe low in my depression. It was bad enough that when I went to work, one of the managers asked how I was. My response was bad enough that they immediately ended my day and shipped me off to the ER.
I swear. I was sent to the ER because they thought my depression was so bad, I would do something to myself if I didn't have medical help.
Have I mentioned I love my job?
Anyway, the ER finds that I am needing help but I'm not a suicide risk. Well, not immediate, any way. They gave me directions to a nice walk-in clinic with a good reputation.
Fast forward to today where my company says they require a doctor's note indicating I'm fit to work.
I should be angry or resentful. I know that corporate is covering its ass but everyone there has been so upfront with me, I can't bring myself to hate them.
Instead, I'm just frakking scared of losing this job. It's more than just the thought of losing the money (there's not a lot there anyway). It's that the thought that I'm going to fail again.
So I'm calling a doctor I used to go to around here. He's gone for the week. The best I can do is a PA tomorrow. Even then, I just started insurance today but my details may not be there yet. And until I have that note, I can't work.
I've never hated a Friday before.
Last Friday was not kind to me. In the morning, I hit a severe low in my depression. It was bad enough that when I went to work, one of the managers asked how I was. My response was bad enough that they immediately ended my day and shipped me off to the ER.
I swear. I was sent to the ER because they thought my depression was so bad, I would do something to myself if I didn't have medical help.
Have I mentioned I love my job?
Anyway, the ER finds that I am needing help but I'm not a suicide risk. Well, not immediate, any way. They gave me directions to a nice walk-in clinic with a good reputation.
Fast forward to today where my company says they require a doctor's note indicating I'm fit to work.
I should be angry or resentful. I know that corporate is covering its ass but everyone there has been so upfront with me, I can't bring myself to hate them.
Instead, I'm just frakking scared of losing this job. It's more than just the thought of losing the money (there's not a lot there anyway). It's that the thought that I'm going to fail again.
So I'm calling a doctor I used to go to around here. He's gone for the week. The best I can do is a PA tomorrow. Even then, I just started insurance today but my details may not be there yet. And until I have that note, I can't work.
I've never hated a Friday before.
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