Pendragon
09-22-2006, 07:24 AM
O.k. here's my question: In all of the move and such, and for reasons I can't explain. I havn't taken my medicince (zoloft) for about two weeks now. I think I felt I didn't need it right now, that maybe I was depending on it too much. I never wanted to become one of those people that can't be happy except by chemical inducements. BUt I'm thinking right now that was a mistake.
If I start taking my medicine again today, how long before it get's back into my system and will it work. Or in my arrogance have I shot myself in the proverbial foot?
A little backround.
After quiting my job and moving in with my in laws. (really I like them so it's ok) I had begun to look in earnest but one of my better leads fell flat. Feeling panicked, I did something I didn't think I would do. I went to a telemarketing firm and applied. I know these types of places, as long as you have a pulse, can read and type, your hired.
This paticular place is a pretty high class operation and they do fundraising work. THey even promised to match what I was making at my old job. So feeling the pressure to bring in a paycheck, I took it.
Today is the last day of training, I'm miserable. I can do the job, that's not the problem. Yesterday they had us on the phones all day. Today there will be a test and then they shove us right back on there. I just hate it. I can feel it in my bones that this is one of those jobs that just sucks the life right out of you.
So I've taken it on myself to be more forward in my job hunting. On top of everything else the job is the late shift, 2 to 11pm. Which means I only get to see my son for about 20 min. in the morning. Which is really taking a toll on me. I've worked late shifts before, but that was before Evan. I'm finding it real hard not being with him during the day. Oh yeah of course their idea of matching the nine dollars an hour is only based on performance. Fundraising isn't as easy as it sounds, and with their little formula (which I'm convinced would give Stephen Hawking a headache) Something tells me my higher rate of pay won't be that steady.
Kathy's out of town this week, so I've been taking Evan to school. He threw a fit on me this morning. (typical 4yr old fit) I lost it, I began screaming like a madman. Which scared the bejeesus out of him. If your someone like me, that is not how you ever want to see your kid. Now I feel like shit on the belly of a snail that crawled through it
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Sorry to so long winded but I think typing this out is a bit cathartic. Thanks again to any advice you all can give.
If I start taking my medicine again today, how long before it get's back into my system and will it work. Or in my arrogance have I shot myself in the proverbial foot?
A little backround.
After quiting my job and moving in with my in laws. (really I like them so it's ok) I had begun to look in earnest but one of my better leads fell flat. Feeling panicked, I did something I didn't think I would do. I went to a telemarketing firm and applied. I know these types of places, as long as you have a pulse, can read and type, your hired.
This paticular place is a pretty high class operation and they do fundraising work. THey even promised to match what I was making at my old job. So feeling the pressure to bring in a paycheck, I took it.
Today is the last day of training, I'm miserable. I can do the job, that's not the problem. Yesterday they had us on the phones all day. Today there will be a test and then they shove us right back on there. I just hate it. I can feel it in my bones that this is one of those jobs that just sucks the life right out of you.
So I've taken it on myself to be more forward in my job hunting. On top of everything else the job is the late shift, 2 to 11pm. Which means I only get to see my son for about 20 min. in the morning. Which is really taking a toll on me. I've worked late shifts before, but that was before Evan. I'm finding it real hard not being with him during the day. Oh yeah of course their idea of matching the nine dollars an hour is only based on performance. Fundraising isn't as easy as it sounds, and with their little formula (which I'm convinced would give Stephen Hawking a headache) Something tells me my higher rate of pay won't be that steady.
Kathy's out of town this week, so I've been taking Evan to school. He threw a fit on me this morning. (typical 4yr old fit) I lost it, I began screaming like a madman. Which scared the bejeesus out of him. If your someone like me, that is not how you ever want to see your kid. Now I feel like shit on the belly of a snail that crawled through it
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Sorry to so long winded but I think typing this out is a bit cathartic. Thanks again to any advice you all can give.