The “D” Word

I had my final session with session with the therapist from my company’s Employee Assistance Program. We reviewed my progress and the tools we have created to help me get through everyday life. I told her about the trip to the Emergency Room over the weekend and about my anxiety even being on the property. For the first time since we have been meeting she brought up the dreaded “D” word… Disability. She told me that even with the progress we have made that I may want to pursue disability rather than making my overall mental health worse by continuing in the hell that is my job.

Hell is the perfect word to describe my job. Working in a call center for a cable company is hands down the worst job I have ever had in my 30 years in the workplace. I am not the only one who feels this way either. Of the 19 people who were in my training class only 8 remain after eight months. As miserable as I am I am proud in an odd sort of way that I have outlasted over half the class.