I already can't stand my job. It's both pointless and thankless, and a terrible fit on top of it all. Luckily, no one else I work with likes their job any more than I do. Unluckily, we have performance reviews coming up in which I am pretty sure my bad attitude will be a topic of conversation, and I am afraid I will not be able to stop myself from saying that I am so negative because I care about my job so little, aside from the medical benefits, that I actually resent going there because it takes away from time I could spend working out. Or eating. Or Sleeping. sadly, without the job I would not be able to afford to do two out of the last three things.
Antidepressants: the next and possibly final frontier.
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