| the_pale_queen ( @ 2009-02-17 19:57:00 |
| Entry tags: | i hate my job, sick |
Rant and Illness
I wish I knew what do to about work.
I'm clearly as deeply unsuited to this job as I have been to the legions of other crap I have done since leaving university. I should have listened to the small, still voice that screamed "Why are you applying for this job? The reason the PR place didn't renew your contract wasn't your writing skill, they loved that, it was your lack of organisation!". But I didn't, because I was so damn desperate to get out of the phone job.
I'm trying to put down the rampant paranoia, the panic, the shakes and the perenially upset stomach down to the lingering effects of this stupid virus. I wish I could. I'm so damned tired all the damn time, and I'm so so sick of finding jobs that I'm just not any damn good at. I know I'm not stupid - I have a good fucking degree - so why can't I do anything well?
Sorry for emo. Also for excessive use of the word "damn". My vocabulary seems to have got stuck in the Georgian era today. It's only a mercy that my spelling hasn't.