Time drags on monthwise, daywise not enough time in the day.
Got my appraisal result today- Igot a Top marking which means a bonus of £495 based on last years pay scale/grading. As they have yet to decided whats going on this year, 'cause you know we dont need wages in rise with inflation, I'll wait and see whats happening and what I'll actually get.
I want to run away. I'm just so scunnered with everything at the moment. Roll on Monday when at least I've got a day off work. An extra day I mean. Hating work at the moment. Its a struggle to be social at the moment because I'm either having trouble articulating/interacting or I'm having impulse control issues. Screaming inwardly "SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?!?" and having to reform that into "Fine, a bit fed up though, and you?" is a struggle at the moment.
Other impulse control issues are resisting taking the opportunity to takea toilet break thereby freeing up some spare time for self-harm, because you know I'm a multi-tasker, and trying so hard to not put onmy jacket and just walk out going AWOL. And once out getting on the first bus/train I see thats going anywhere but here.
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bollocks. Hopefully next post will be somewhat cheerier.
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