I took this job back in February, coming back to work after 18 months on disability. Part of me really wants to do a good job and care about my work--it's like the old me shining through.

Then there is this side of me, the severely depressed side that is like, why did you come back to doing this. You don't care about this. You don't care about getting your work done. Fighting the depression is near impossible.

And just to complain a little, it's freaking hot in my office and I don't understand why the A/C isn't working better.

Oh, I hope I can stay on task today. I have so many deadlines coming up.

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