Goddamnit, another thing I do to cope. I keep asking my doc how to get diagnosed, I just keep getting antidepressants prescribed which do not help.
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Goddamnit, another thing I do to cope. I keep asking my doc how to get diagnosed, I just keep getting antidepressants prescribed which do not help.
I fucking booked it from a job after about 2 months because in every fucking meeting the CTO would wax on about how great it would be once we were all replaced by robots and AI. This fucker who clawed his way into his C level position though merit, and hard work, and the same last name as the owner, and all he could do to inspire the team was tell us about how a 91 year old who lost his job to AI was saying how he would be fine. I mean, if he can find a way to be happy, we all can!
Yeah, I’m a fancy bricklayer these days…
My most recent job hunt has me thinking the same. I used to be a dime a dozen, and young folks were real and serious competition in the job market, but I’ve been in IT since before the .com crash and now my skills are once again becoming unique.
I’ve been raising my kids, warning them about the shit state of IT. Maybe I should have been nerding them harder.
Ok, this is what social media is for. Thanks everyone, so much good stuff in here. Glad I have similarly esoteric tastes…
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This does help, and thank you. In truth, I don’t even want medication, I’m middle aged and this is the brain I’m used to. Would just be nice to understand myself a little better and maybe start getting some better strategies in place.
It’s just grating that every time I ask, I’m redirected. Maybe they just think I’m pill seeking.