For a long time now, my workplace has been my safe place. All of the safe people in my world are there. The safe structure and routine are there. The reason for getting out of bed each morning and for making it through the day is there. Work is not just about earning money and having a job... work has been about continuing to keep going.
I know this is tragic and pathetic. i'm not in any sort of denial about that. But it's just the way it was.
I know my work performance has been deteriorating for months. The shame and failure I feel about that are almost unparalelled. I have been assured time and time again by T, by my boss and by those around me that it's still within acceptable levels and that if there was to be any concerns, they would be discussed with me first. I never fully believed it, such is my inclination to fear the worst in every scenario, but I guess on some level I took heart from this.
Today, my supervisor raised concerns with my work performance and lack of communication and asked me to propose a solution for dealing with these issues. Of course I had none. I am doing my best, but my best has long since ceased to be good enough.
And so I am now on enforced leave from work, indefinitely, effective immediately.
Her conversation with me was a mix of guarded empathy and unyielding domination.
About a month ago, after considerable agonising on the issue and discussion with T, I shared some of my situation with this supervisor, as a necessary means of explanation to her of my eratic behaviour and an intended means by which to help us work together to keep this ship afloat. So much for that...
I don't have it in me to write more analytically or rationally tonight. I feel as though what remained of my world has been torn away from me. My safe place is gone. Everyone who matters to me is gone. How could she... how could she...
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
Shattered.
And it's all my fault.
Maddog
I know this is tragic and pathetic. i'm not in any sort of denial about that. But it's just the way it was.
I know my work performance has been deteriorating for months. The shame and failure I feel about that are almost unparalelled. I have been assured time and time again by T, by my boss and by those around me that it's still within acceptable levels and that if there was to be any concerns, they would be discussed with me first. I never fully believed it, such is my inclination to fear the worst in every scenario, but I guess on some level I took heart from this.
Today, my supervisor raised concerns with my work performance and lack of communication and asked me to propose a solution for dealing with these issues. Of course I had none. I am doing my best, but my best has long since ceased to be good enough.
And so I am now on enforced leave from work, indefinitely, effective immediately.
Her conversation with me was a mix of guarded empathy and unyielding domination.
About a month ago, after considerable agonising on the issue and discussion with T, I shared some of my situation with this supervisor, as a necessary means of explanation to her of my eratic behaviour and an intended means by which to help us work together to keep this ship afloat. So much for that...
I don't have it in me to write more analytically or rationally tonight. I feel as though what remained of my world has been torn away from me. My safe place is gone. Everyone who matters to me is gone. How could she... how could she...
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
Shattered.
And it's all my fault.
Maddog