Yeah, but there’s this big fucking LCD screen that shows my specific work station’s productivity so I can be tracked second by second and part by part and it’s displayed for everyone to see. My brain worms tell me I have to have green numbers or they’ll kill me (i.e. fire me)
It’s probably just catastrophizing. My brain jumps to the worst possible conclusion - if I get fired I won’t be able to find a job that pays well enough to keep my trailer and then I’ll be homeless, etc. And then I’m a sobbing wreck as I work myself into a panic attack, as one does.
Yeah, but there’s this big fucking LCD screen that shows my specific work station’s productivity so I can be tracked second by second and part by part and it’s displayed for everyone to see. My brain worms tell me I have to have green numbers or they’ll kill me (i.e. fire me)
You need to help yourself if you’re for real
It’s probably just catastrophizing. My brain jumps to the worst possible conclusion - if I get fired I won’t be able to find a job that pays well enough to keep my trailer and then I’ll be homeless, etc. And then I’m a sobbing wreck as I work myself into a panic attack, as one does.