What a shizzy week it has been.

This was my third full week back on the job after my 5 weeks of FMLA/short-term disability.

* It was time for annual raises and I got zero.

* I've been given two projects that I suppose are for me to prove myself worthy of working there, and I'm so not worthy. I'm struggling with them and they have ordered co-workers NOT to help me.

* I'm incredibly bored at work.

* Today another project came my way. This one has a very tight deadline. I have to write 104 short articles about techy stuff, and they must be done by next Friday. I piddled around today and wrote 5 of them. Now I'll have to write approximately 20 per day next week, which seems totally impossible to me at this point.

Time to spend another evening crying.

I'm back to feeling hopeless, even though my psychiatrist doubled the Wellbutrin a few days ago.