Back on Track

Warning: emo post!

I’ve worked with people with burnouts in the past. I know the symptoms, I know how hard it is to get back on track once you’re well and truly burned out.

Halfway through September, I noticed the symptoms with myself: irritable, not rested after a full night’s sleep, lack of concentration, constantly tired, extremely low motivation to name but a few.

My breaking point was sitting in a traffic jam for quite a prolongued time and, once traffic was flowing again, driving like a madman to go home. I was in a rage and it’s a wonder I didn’t crash the car at that point. Once home, I grabbed the phone and called my manager to explain that things couldn’t go on like this and that I really really needed to find a solution. I’m the type of guy who, in real life, takes a lot of shit from people, tries not to offend to many people and seems like a general dogooder. This has, in the past, led to people thinking I was a doormat and me not realising this. So, cue surprise from my manager.

Anyway, to cut a long story short: I called in sick a week later. I felt really close to a burnout and wanted to avoid that at all costs. I felt emotionally unstable and the constant tiredness and lack of concentration wasn’t making things better. I couldn’t even play Final Fantasy Tactics because I simply couldn’t get myself to read the small text on the screen.

Anyway, I’ve been visiting a psychologist and things are finally clearing up, it seems. I’ve had a talk with my (new) manager at work, and we set up someting of a plan to get me back to work. Frankly, sitting around at home is not my cup of tea.

To round things off, we’ve got another gig this week (yay), I apparently won a Fatboy hammock by eating a box of Pringles (yay) and my bonds are still going up at 10% each month.

So yeah, the doctor of the insurance company can kiss my shiny yellow METAAAL! butt and stick his aggressive “you’re not sick, you need to get back to work pronto” up his sun-deprived location along with his “so, I drive 3 hours a day too, sometimes” and his implied “don’t lie to me, I’m a doctor”. If I ever see him again, I’ll accidentally bump into him. I’m really good at accidentally bumping into people.

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