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It's not that I feel extremely, powerfully depressed and upset with the way my life is going. It's that I realized I've been feeling this way for a while and that I've become exceptionally good at faking it, and that I will continue to fake it so that I don't bother my friends and family. I know in my heart that I'll soldier on, but man I can't believe I hadn't noticed how dark and narrow this path had become. I'm turning into the kind of person I don't like: bitter and spiteful. Recently I've said things that are out of character, declined invitations to hang out or socialize because I just said "what's the point", and I felt a really strong pang of jealousy when I heard about a friend of mine's engagement.
God I hope I'm not turning into a Sluthater or something. I'm really very worried.
I got sexually harassed by a patient at clinical today, so that's how my day is going.
So apparently the Jamaicans that come to work at my resort every summer aren't coming this year because they seem to have cancelled the H2-B visa this year. So basically that means that the already understaffed and overworked department I'm in will continue to be overworked and understaffed throughout the summer. The head of HR is going to Progress Island, U.S.A. to see if she can sucker more Puerto Ricans to come over and fill in for the Jaimaicans. In the meantime I can look foward to even more 50-60+ hour workweeks and only a day off. Of course this means more overtime and hence, more money. But I'm already sick of this shit.
Apparently one of the waiters where I work out seems to have caught on and has offered to train me as a waiter because he apparently sees that I'm wasting my life where I'm at. He also says that it will be good for my personal growth and for my social skills, not to mention that being a waiter at a 5 star restaurant means that the tips are rather generous. Sounds good, but I'm also freaking out. And I thought that I got over this shit the moment I arrived at JFK to catch my connecting flight to my new home, over a year ago. Sometimes I feel like I've regressed and my old anxieties are coming back. I couldn't even psych myself up just to ask the manager if I could speak to her and ask her if she would let me in on the wait staff. I f I can't do that, then imagine me trying to chat up guests. *stress sigh* However if it's the only way I'll be able to have a normal work week and make more money, then I'll have to do it sooner rather than later.