Okay, it's like two minutes later and I already feel terrible about that last post. It's obnoxious to complain about a little schedule change when people around me are losing their jobs.
What's really leading to my work-related depression is that even though things have not been great at the workplace for a long time, I've been able to convince myself that Workplace cared about its employees, and wanted the best for them. Now, I feel like . . . well, I have some really great coworkers. Who want the best for each other.
I think it's time to come up with a new plan. I don't know what, but I'm going to get serious about finding out.
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Don't you dare apologize. We'd let you know if you were being unreasonable. You're not.
Maybe if you just became mean, heartless, cynical and grim. I'm mostly kidding, though on the other hand if we all became like hard vicious black-lipped characters from some Brecht play, maybe that would help, for now.
My 'captcha' word verification for this comment is: "Sheist." Ja! Schiess!!!
Don't be sorry -- the other thing is, the baby is going to be a baby for like a millisecond, and then he will go to college and you'll be wistful about his babyhood. So it really is a reasonable desire to be able to see him 7 days a week -- Anyway -- good luck.
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