Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to stand back up after being knocked down.
My boss has this thing during staff meetings – everyone has to give a “happy thought”; something they’re happy about that day.
Well, with my depression, i don’t always have one and i refuse to say something lame like “I’m glad I’m alive” (doubly since some days i’m NOT).
My boss dinged me on this during my performance review a couple months ago. Then this morning, he starts the meeting with his “happy moment”. And with this big grin he says “And we’ll start with Marc”.
Well today i don’t have a “happy thought”, and i say i don’t. So he says i can leave the meeting and return to my desk because he only wants people willing to participate. He humiliates me in front of my co-workers because i won’t bow and kiss his… well anyway.
Right now i don’t know what to do. But if i didn’t have one before, you can bet i sure as hell don’t have a “happy thought” now…
This is what i get for getting the meds straightened out and my shoulder working and life looking good again.
sometimes i wonder why i even try to climb out of the pit.