All My Life, Who Am I? in I'm About To Have A Nervous Breakdown

I left work early last night. I’m just not feeling it anymore. See, you can do as much as you want or as little as you want and it won’t matter.

Back in late October I was asked to come in on days to train. When I came in that following Monday my trainer had no clue I was coming in. Seriously, from Wednesday to Sunday. You could have sent an email. Hell, he could have left his office to make the not even 200 foot walk to say that hey I got Jesse coming in to train. Nope. Not even that. Then three weeks later they put someone else training, told me to finish out the week (where I literally sat and did NOTHING) then was put back on night shift.

I come into work to find the day shift guy either sitting around talking with others who are dicking around or! No where to be found. Half the time he’ll still have parts that need to be deburred or the machine isn’t even running. Can’t tell you HOW MANY times QC has brought back parts he ran for me to fix. I bitch. I complain. No one cares. I swear retail wasn’t this bad. At least there they actually wrote people up. Another thorn in my side is my raise. Come to find out my awesome raise is actually what they’re hiring everybody in at now…

I feel like I’m unraveling. On the way home I bought my liquid happiness and drank myself to sleep. I see my counselor Michelle tomorrow then Dr. Gilbert Monday. Michelle wants me on mood stabilizers. She says for about four to six weeks I’ll be fine then something will happen and I fall apart. Ugh. Life. Woo.

I didn’t even call in till well after my shift started tonight. I slept till after seven PM and have been in my boxers since. I’m actually tempted to get more booze and drink myself into a stupor again.

I’m outta here. Peace.

Last updated January 23, 2018