therapy

Ugh.  Today is officially a Bad Day.

I’m struggling with work at the moment.  Not the execution of it, but rather dealing with my Pointy Haired Boss (PHB) who, following my extended period of mental incapacity last year (due primarily to clinical depression, which got out of hand) now hates me.  As a result, I’m miserable at work.  I hate not being liked, particularly by my direct report.

I’m seeing a clin psych who specialises in work issues.  He’s been great.  After our first session, he said to me, ‘You do realise you need to get another job, right?’  It was then that I realised we were meant to be together – psychologist and nutjob, a beautiful duo.  I also see another psych, but she’s not so up on the work stuff, so we deal with other things.  (It’s okay, they both know about each other – I’m not cheating on either one of them.)

Wow.  Just reading that last paragraph makes me sound like one of those neurotic women you read about in magazines, the ones where you think, ‘Thank God that’s not me’.

Anyhow, my work psych and I had a date today.  We covered the PHB and how she’s been acting towards me lately.  We also discussed the pros and cons of telling her now that I’m looking for another job.  As my WP said, there’s not a lot of point telling her until I actually get an interview, at which point referees are normally contacted, so that’s what I’m going for.

At the end of the session WP brought up my dad, who died two years ago, on 9th Feb 2006.  Due to the anniversary being so close, and my PMS, I teared up, which I hate.  However, I did use this as an excuse not to return to work.  Nothing like using the death of a family member to get out of returning to the office.

SO is still away.  I wish he’d come back.  I miss him.