8 years unemployed with major depression and anxiety = turned out well?
All day long yesterday I was fantasising of burning the house down or rippety stab stab rippy rip everyone there following pointless arguments over literally nothing.
Well I wore a lovely shirt and shoes and plain trousers to one of the group interviews, but not to anything else as they weren't job things, just training.
Got a 3 day training course titled 'Goals' the rest of this week, 10am to 4pm each day. Some motivational get stuff done type thing with insane amounts of tests as usual I'm sure.
damn bullcrap.
Instead of going tonight to the party which one of our students recommended (she'll be there, and I'm a bit interested), I might end up on a 1-on-1 beer with my female colleague, who I don't really dare to touch.
I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but it already gives me a headache.
EDIT: Not 1-on-1.
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