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		<title>Despair</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hate my job. I&#8217;ve said that so many times in my life at different places that the phrase should be meaningless. Yet here I go again, hating my job and thinking it means something. I have been having trouble sleeping at night, and I get just plain angry over nothing, and no amount of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hate my job. I&#8217;ve said that so many times in my life at different places that the phrase should be meaningless. Yet here I go again, hating my job and thinking it means something. I have been having trouble sleeping at night, and I get just plain angry over nothing, and no amount of reassurance makes the anger go away. I&#8217;m afraid I&#8217;m skirting the edge of depression, and no amount of trying to re-align my thinking helps. I fear pills, I was on them once and it was the worst experience of my life. Oh, it probably saved me, but it also hurt me a lot, tolerating the toxic situation because the doc prescribed me some feel good pills instead of saying &#8220;You need to make a change.&#8221;</p>
<p>And here I am, not even in the worst situation I&#8217;ve been in, and I can&#8217;t stop thinking of how unhappy I am. I&#8217;m certain it&#8217;s because I tie up my identity in my work, and when I can&#8217;t excel, when I can&#8217;t achieve or move forward, when every project that comes my way is a train wreck before I&#8217;m even assigned, I lose my mind. I&#8217;m bored out of my mind. I resent everything about what I do because I&#8217;m not allowed to take pride in my work, instead churning out garbage.</p>
<p>And the thing is, it isn&#8217;t so bad where I am. If I were just a slacker that needed a paycheck, I&#8217;d do fine. I tell myself all the time that at least I&#8217;m there with people I like and getting paid. But I can&#8217;t talk myself out of feeling like shit every single day. I know it doesn&#8217;t help that there are just NO JOBS right now. The few I&#8217;ve seen and applied for have failed to get back to me. One head hunter contacted me, but he was looking to hire me for my job!</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not sure why I am writing this. Maybe getting it &#8220;out&#8221; will help? Probably not, self pity rarely does. I just need to stick my chin up and keep going.</p>
<p>And kick Jim in the balls.</p>
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