I feel disassociated and dizzy. I have no place where I can go without being watched. I go to the bathroom and there are other ladies in there all of the time. I can still type, so I guess that is good. It is like my brain is trying but it is like it cannot always compute things. A feeling of disassociation always goes with this.
I feel tired and I want to leave. I want to be at home by myself. I hate working now. I hate going in, I hate constantly being told things must change. I hate the #######4 coming down the pike. I hate my managers conviently ignoring me. I hate the new fresh face perfect plastic person they just hired who makes me feel old and decrepid and useless.
I'm tired. I'm sick. My husband is about to walk out from his job as well.
The receptionist, Gladys, Liz and Allen all just deny that I have a problem. MAY INSTEAD OF NOVEMBER--THAT'S A PROBLEM.