Welcome to the Wedneaday Whinge.
A place for all the smaller issues that didn’t make it into their own post, a chance to get it all off your chest.
Come and share your woes, its cathartic!
Welcome to the Wedneaday Whinge.
A place for all the smaller issues that didn’t make it into their own post, a chance to get it all off your chest.
Come and share your woes, its cathartic!
I come to work five days a week. I don’t see my kids. I see even less of my partner. I kill myself every single day to hit targets set by people that don’t have to do the job, and I’m pretty good at it. I go home tired, aching and stressed. Everyday. And the one day that I miss the target, the first time in months… they’re on me like a bad rash.
How have we allowed our lives to become this absolute nightmare?
Been there, consider a new job. I was depressed this time last year until redundancies came up at work, now i work very slightly less hours closer to home for less money and I’m not feeling like you anymore.
Yeah, I agree.
It’s easy to feel like it’s not that bad because you’re in the swing of things and keeping your head above water, and weeks turn into months, but it’s not sustainable.
A new job can make a world of difference, it certainly did for me after a break between my old one, but it’s not always so simple and making the change can seem like a momentous task when you’re just about keeping on top of everything else.
Deffo try and look into it if you can.
Agreed. I was in that job for 16 years, and it took taking time off with mental health before I got any kind of confidence to do it and when it came up I had a week of self doubt before volunteering for redundancy.
That said, 100 times better mentally now