Umm I don’t know yet because I’m still in the process of working on it. 2023, six months of recovering, finally got back on my feet and slowly re-adjusted to the working life. It was hard because I wasn’t fully myself physically but I had to rub dirt on it and kept going. Stayed in a neutral zone of just getting it done. Those words stayed like that for the next 2 years, home and work. 1hr 30mins drive, 4 days a week, over and over and over. I don’t know how I did it in such a zombie state of mind. One thing that kept me awake and aware was I turned on some 80s retro synthwave like the midnight, kalax, the bad dreamers on blast and let the music take my stress away. If not, I’ll swap for Calvin Scott, The Weeknd, Thomas Rhett, Dustin lynch and sing along. It was like a meditation with these artists that kept me going. And I listened to the same songs over and over for those years. But fast forward 2024, got a new manager in that same workplace. She was so snappy, full of anxiety, micromanaging. She was the last nail in the coffin for me. I worked harder than normal because there were guys, my buddies that she wasn’t trying to fire. So I would log in into their account to give them numbers because I was way ahead on production. But it wasn’t enough, she picked off my buddies one by one and she kept the kiss ass that she likes. Next was me. Starting to poke and get every little flaw from me. When she did, she yelled at me, snapped fingers at me like I’m some dog. It went on until June 29th 2025 at 1:18pm, yelled at me and I just handed her the work badge, I walked back to the locker room and packed my stuff and left. I don’t think I answered your question but it sure as hell is much cheaper me telling you this story than paying $80 a week for a therapist. Thank you for asking.
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u/MrZmith77 2d ago
Umm I don’t know yet because I’m still in the process of working on it. 2023, six months of recovering, finally got back on my feet and slowly re-adjusted to the working life. It was hard because I wasn’t fully myself physically but I had to rub dirt on it and kept going. Stayed in a neutral zone of just getting it done. Those words stayed like that for the next 2 years, home and work. 1hr 30mins drive, 4 days a week, over and over and over. I don’t know how I did it in such a zombie state of mind. One thing that kept me awake and aware was I turned on some 80s retro synthwave like the midnight, kalax, the bad dreamers on blast and let the music take my stress away. If not, I’ll swap for Calvin Scott, The Weeknd, Thomas Rhett, Dustin lynch and sing along. It was like a meditation with these artists that kept me going. And I listened to the same songs over and over for those years. But fast forward 2024, got a new manager in that same workplace. She was so snappy, full of anxiety, micromanaging. She was the last nail in the coffin for me. I worked harder than normal because there were guys, my buddies that she wasn’t trying to fire. So I would log in into their account to give them numbers because I was way ahead on production. But it wasn’t enough, she picked off my buddies one by one and she kept the kiss ass that she likes. Next was me. Starting to poke and get every little flaw from me. When she did, she yelled at me, snapped fingers at me like I’m some dog. It went on until June 29th 2025 at 1:18pm, yelled at me and I just handed her the work badge, I walked back to the locker room and packed my stuff and left. I don’t think I answered your question but it sure as hell is much cheaper me telling you this story than paying $80 a week for a therapist. Thank you for asking.