These last few months have been a trying, difficult time. My depression has gotten worse, and help has been inconsistent. But not non-existent. I'm seeing a new doctor for it now, and he's prescribed to me a new medication (Wellbutrin) to add on to my current pills. It's only been three days, but I've felt a lot better. At least until yesterday, when I got nailed at work for something stupid (again).
Work has been painful. I hate going, I hate it when I'm asked to stay late (even though it means extra money), and I really hate being called into the office so that some 19-year-old kid can tell me how to do my job. I've now been put "on probation" for not reading the survey scripts verbatim. I would make improvements to the flow of the script, making it sound better while cutting down the length of each question. The basic nature of the survey, and each question, was not changed at all. At least, that's what I thought.
But no. They say each sentence, each word has to be read exactly as it appears on the screen. Which is ridiculous, considering we are expected to improvise to get people to stick with the survey, or to answer their questions. They told me they can't show my surveys to the client, because of the things I've done. So all the surveys I've been doing for this particular client, for the last I don't know how long, have all been deleted. As if I wasn't even there.
The survey job is my only source of income (apart from my writing, but those cheques are few and far between). Nevertheless, I'm probably going to quit very soon. I just can't take any more damage to my mental health right now.
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