Things seem to be evening out a little. I had a pretty pleasant day at work, and my boss announced she is taking me out to a schmancy-pants lunch next week. Hard to complain about that! I am glad I was able to discern that it is not my job that is causing me to be depressed. In the past, I quit several jobs because I literally could not function. I wonder if I knew exactly what to steps to take then, if I would have had to leave in such undignified ways. What would happen is this amazingly liberating feeling would come over me, like when I was a teenager and I realized I absolutely could not attend school that day because I didn't study for a test. Of course, it was only a temporary respite because eventually I would have to return to school and take the stupid test. The exhiliration from not working lasted longer — at least until I got a bill in the mail.