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Thursday's therapy session: quite beneficial. Talked about work, mostly, and how I'm feeling in a rut, there are no set deadlines for when to send reports final, da boss doesn't clarify certain points, even though I ask (but don't follow up), how working from home is lonely sometimes so I try to meet up with people during the day, etc. etc. And oh yes, the single most important gripe of all: that the transcribers ultimately finalized our "style sheet," never mind that THEY aren't the editors and they don't have to worry about that. Just transcribe, that's YOUR job. Leave the editorial stuff up to me. But ohhh no. Even with the AP Stylebook and the dictionary as my most sturdy defenses, I didn't win out. How, how, HOW is that possible? *deep breath*
After telling the head shrinker all of this, she says "it sounds like you don't feel important enough." Errr? Umm. I suppose that's true. I always feel like I have to prime myself for battle in order to get what I want and need from people, work wise, I mean. This is why I want to work from home, so I don't need to deal with people's shit. But it's still there, as it always is. I try not to let it affect me personally, because they don't know me and I am just a functioning robot to them. I suppose the whole idea of that bothers me, because people need encouragement and praise every now and then. But this is the society we create, so we better learn to live with it.
And shit, I get a pay check. A fairly good one, so ultimately, that's all that matters. I know. I know I still live in a sorta ghetto apartment, but I'll be out of here by year's end! Seriously!
I need my coffee now. The chill in the air is a clear sign that autumn is ready to come out and play. It feels like winter (in Cali, anyway), but what the hell.
I'll be back later.
Thursday's therapy session: quite beneficial. Talked about work, mostly, and how I'm feeling in a rut, there are no set deadlines for when to send reports final, da boss doesn't clarify certain points, even though I ask (but don't follow up), how working from home is lonely sometimes so I try to meet up with people during the day, etc. etc. And oh yes, the single most important gripe of all: that the transcribers ultimately finalized our "style sheet," never mind that THEY aren't the editors and they don't have to worry about that. Just transcribe, that's YOUR job. Leave the editorial stuff up to me. But ohhh no. Even with the AP Stylebook and the dictionary as my most sturdy defenses, I didn't win out. How, how, HOW is that possible? *deep breath*
After telling the head shrinker all of this, she says "it sounds like you don't feel important enough." Errr? Umm. I suppose that's true. I always feel like I have to prime myself for battle in order to get what I want and need from people, work wise, I mean. This is why I want to work from home, so I don't need to deal with people's shit. But it's still there, as it always is. I try not to let it affect me personally, because they don't know me and I am just a functioning robot to them. I suppose the whole idea of that bothers me, because people need encouragement and praise every now and then. But this is the society we create, so we better learn to live with it.
And shit, I get a pay check. A fairly good one, so ultimately, that's all that matters. I know. I know I still live in a sorta ghetto apartment, but I'll be out of here by year's end! Seriously!
I need my coffee now. The chill in the air is a clear sign that autumn is ready to come out and play. It feels like winter (in Cali, anyway), but what the hell.
I'll be back later.
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