You have written a comic that absolutely, perfectly, captures my experience at my job with the VA. I am paid to lie for sociopaths. It eats my heart out. Every day I enter that wretched place my soul dies a little. But another job means another move and who is to say the next job won’t be just as soul-suckingly bad? Sometimes it seems like there is only one way out.
You have written a comic that absolutely, perfectly, captures my experience at my job with the VA. I am paid to lie for sociopaths. It eats my heart out. Every day I enter that wretched place my soul dies a little. But another job means another move and who is to say the next job won’t be just as soul-suckingly bad? Sometimes it seems like there is only one way out.
From what I’ve been hearing about the VA, there is very little that that is as soul-suckingly bad as that organization. I think if you look, you’ll find something better. Give it a try.
My ex-bf felt this way about high school. Eventually, it developed into full-blown anxiety and agoraphobia. It was heart-breaking seeing him go through that. I wish I’d had more maturity to deal with it back then.
Damn. I relate to this far too much. Not only are the customers at work great at killing any self esteem, there’s a constant fear of losing a finger, or worse.
I’m currently trying to figure out of my current workplace is suitable for me after being a year away because of mental illness. I can absolutely understand the feelings in this comic strip. It’s something I’m very worried about …
When people who know that I homeschool tell me that my children will grow up without proper socialization and so forth, I think about the years and thousands of dollars I spend rooting out the PTSD that I was socialized into.
When I start feeling this way about a job, it’s usually my cue to look for a new one. And the sad thing is, it doesn’t have to be this way. There is no reason, none at all, why jobs have to be soul-killing stress mills. If people would be a bit nicer to each other, treat each other with courtesy and decency like fellow human beings, job stress would go way down. But no, the boss has to take his anger out on the employees, who take it out on each other, the customers take it out on everyone, rudeness and cruelty going around and around like a big nasty game of Pass It On.
So, my boss sort of knows I have depression. But, it doesn’t matter. His words were, “I know you’ve got some… personal issues right now, but I need you to get your work done.” What I needed him to say was that I could have some time off, be allowed to work more slowly on some projects, be allowed to charge to overhead from time to time.
Being a consultant is toxic because If I don’t do billable work, I don’t get paid and my company suffers and I get in trouble. There is literally no down-time, no breaks, and no rest. I must always be billable.
This describes perfectly my current job. I’ve tried to find more suitable work but being so utterly paralyzed from my toxic work place I can’t get anything done. I find it interesting (and alarming) that in my head the only solution here is self destruction instead of simply quitting my job and starting from scratch.
this reminds me a lot of a certain scene in Silent Hill 2, the last time you see Angela Orosco. the scene stuck with me ever since I first saw it, because it’s a pretty amazing analogy for depression. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyaLoaUbExk
I used to feel like this about my old work….
Me too.
Andréa Estrêla
Wow I’ve had a couple jobs I felt this way about.
Wow. I’ve lived this.
You have written a comic that absolutely, perfectly, captures my experience at my job with the VA. I am paid to lie for sociopaths. It eats my heart out. Every day I enter that wretched place my soul dies a little. But another job means another move and who is to say the next job won’t be just as soul-suckingly bad? Sometimes it seems like there is only one way out.
You have written a comic that absolutely, perfectly, captures my experience at my job with the VA. I am paid to lie for sociopaths. It eats my heart out. Every day I enter that wretched place my soul dies a little. But another job means another move and who is to say the next job won’t be just as soul-suckingly bad? Sometimes it seems like there is only one way out.
From what I’ve been hearing about the VA, there is very little that that is as soul-suckingly bad as that organization. I think if you look, you’ll find something better. Give it a try.
This was my last job exactly. Quitting that place was like being alive again.
My ex-bf felt this way about high school. Eventually, it developed into full-blown anxiety and agoraphobia. It was heart-breaking seeing him go through that. I wish I’d had more maturity to deal with it back then.
This is so my life right now with my job. 🙁
Immediately thought of you wgen I saw this now Tonya
Yep my current job.
This was exactly what happened to me
This was exactly what happened to me
Is it bad that I think that tree trunk looks familiar?
Another Sexy Losers cameo.
Is it bad that I think that tree trunk looks familiar?
Damn. I relate to this far too much. Not only are the customers at work great at killing any self esteem, there’s a constant fear of losing a finger, or worse.
Whenever I have to step out of my goddamn room.
I’m currently trying to figure out of my current workplace is suitable for me after being a year away because of mental illness. I can absolutely understand the feelings in this comic strip. It’s something I’m very worried about …
When people who know that I homeschool tell me that my children will grow up without proper socialization and so forth, I think about the years and thousands of dollars I spend rooting out the PTSD that I was socialized into.
Migos com depressão, os sintomas físicos, dores, enjoos, também são parte da doença. http://t.co/hp8gYVeV3X
A náusea antes de sair de casa: http://t.co/dUyHTsCHbe
When I start feeling this way about a job, it’s usually my cue to look for a new one. And the sad thing is, it doesn’t have to be this way. There is no reason, none at all, why jobs have to be soul-killing stress mills. If people would be a bit nicer to each other, treat each other with courtesy and decency like fellow human beings, job stress would go way down. But no, the boss has to take his anger out on the employees, who take it out on each other, the customers take it out on everyone, rudeness and cruelty going around and around like a big nasty game of Pass It On.
So, my boss sort of knows I have depression. But, it doesn’t matter. His words were, “I know you’ve got some… personal issues right now, but I need you to get your work done.” What I needed him to say was that I could have some time off, be allowed to work more slowly on some projects, be allowed to charge to overhead from time to time.
Being a consultant is toxic because If I don’t do billable work, I don’t get paid and my company suffers and I get in trouble. There is literally no down-time, no breaks, and no rest. I must always be billable.
Understand depression through comics written by a depressed individual. https://t.co/Je0f6FyfWf
This describes perfectly my current job. I’ve tried to find more suitable work but being so utterly paralyzed from my toxic work place I can’t get anything done. I find it interesting (and alarming) that in my head the only solution here is self destruction instead of simply quitting my job and starting from scratch.
this reminds me a lot of a certain scene in Silent Hill 2, the last time you see Angela Orosco. the scene stuck with me ever since I first saw it, because it’s a pretty amazing analogy for depression. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyaLoaUbExk
Ой кто это тут узнал себя https://t.co/zDFjHfBBaA
Chris