money or sanity

Fuck it, I’m going to post it anyway.

There have been many changes in the past two years at work. First there was an incident where a big pipeline exploded (thankfully no one was injured or killed). There were changes in business and construction practices resulting from the explosion. There were changes in management, and employee losses through an early retirement offer to dozens of people. Then the pandemic forced almost everyone in my building to work at home.

Through it all, we just keep working, drawing construction plans, lining up contractors, and getting jobs constructed. We are well paid, we have good benefits, and we are fortunate to have continued working when many others were laid off or had their jobs simply disappear.

But I’m fucking miserable. I hate it. I want to leave.

We get more and more responsibility and workload without the hope of additional people to help. We get new requirements that make projects harder to complete, but we are expected to meet target dates. I can just barely do my shift because I am so stressed out and angry. I don’t enjoy what I am doing. I don’t like getting up in the morning and turning on the computer. I think about work when I’m trying to relax. I dream about unfinished jobs and missed deadlines. My anxiety is off the chart right now.

I looked online at different jobs on the internet this week, but that was rather discouraging. Any opportunities that exist right now would cost me as much as one-third of my current take-home pay, and would have a smaller benefit package. There’s nothing out there that is close to being as good as what I have right now, and there is no situation where I would be able to manage my mental health issues the way I am at the moment.

I talked to a friend from work Friday, and it turned out he is having the exact same conversation with himself. He feels the same way, but had a little insight for me on how to help my attitude and not get myself in a frenzy over it. He reminded me what I would be giving up by leaving this job behind without a better opportunity. He talked me down from the ledge a little, and I felt a little better about things.

Then yesterday and today happened, and I’m freaking out again.

I have zero confidence in my ability to do my job and stay sane at the same time. My supervisor is understanding, and he tells me it’s okay to talk to him when I’m feeling stressed. But of course he doesn’t know the whole story about my mental health, and I didn’t tell him I’m ready to leave no matter what it costs me.

Then there is my wife, who understands my feelings and does know the whole story. But she also told me to consider what we would be giving up, and would any other opportunities be any less stressful?

Then again, what happens if I have a meltdown and can’t work at all? Who’s paying for psychiatrist appointments and medication for myself and my daughter if I’m having a breakdown? So many questions, no answers, and another fun day of work on tap for tomorrow.

The whole house of crazy cards is teetering and ready to fall.

3 thoughts on “money or sanity

  1. Haley Nicole March 4, 2021 / 1:01 pm

    I’ve been here before. It sounds super cheesy but one of the things I’ve learned from yoga is when I start finding gratidude in the diffcult things (even if it’s one thing to be grateful for/ maybe even it’s teaching me what or who I don’t want to be anymore) better things start presenting themself without less effort. I hope you find something better soon!

      • fishrobber March 4, 2021 / 8:08 pm

        “… teaching me what or who I don’t want to be anymore” … that’s very interesting. I spend lots of time feeling trapped in the roles I think I need to perform – husband, father, son, caregiver, provider, employee – and I don’t feel like any of them are the real me. I end up defining myself by what others need from me rather than who I want to be. I don’t know what I want, but I know I don’t like feeling trapped. I want to escape, but I don’t want to damage my family relationships by doing so. This is a source of constant anxiety, and I’ve never learned how to get beyond it.

        By the way. thanks for following! You might get to see a success story or a train wreck, you never know with bipolar.

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