I was a receptionist at a newspaper for what would have been about 3 years this June. Everyone knows a receptionist has a LOT of idle time on their hands, normally - yet I was involved in so much more in the company. I did photography, graphic design, illustrations and had many stories published. Our old office felt like home, until corporate decided to move us into an office park on the other side of the county. The new office was sad, no character - I was not allowed to hang up art work or personalize my space very much, if not at all. My desk was completely isolated from the rest of the office and my ability to move around was completely taken away. At the old office I was able to forward the phones, take care of the kitchen, stock the breakroom and back room and pass out the newspapers each day.
All of this was gone at the new office. My commute went from 15 minutes (at the old office) to an hour (at the new office). The drive depressed me, my desk depressed me, I felt so trapped and like I had to "look busy" especially seeing many of my coworkers laid off, almost weekly it seemed.
Then my boss told me that she just wanted to have a chat with me to go over my new duties at the new office. I was excited at the thought of being given more work to do during those longest 8 hours of my entire life! On the day of our meeting she called me into her office with HER boss (who everyone agrees does NOT know how to communicate) and basically told me that I was doing a terrible job and brought up incidents from months ago and told me she was displeased. She ridiculed the way I dress, told me I need to take on more duties and basically said that "in this economy EVERYONE wants to keep their jobs" ---I was to feel guilty for being the receptionist and not doing all of their jobs as well. I felt I had been thrown under the bus and thanks to the new ALL glass windows of her office I felt sooo ashamed walked out of the office and made the long walk back to my desk.
From that day forward I felt like she was on my back, waiting for me to fail. I began to lose my morale and my health eventually began to suffer. One day the intense feelings of worthlessness built up so much I had a panick attack as a coworker was standing at my desk complaining about something that the I.T. department forgot or something. I frantically called my boss (the one who made me feel terrible) and told her I had to leave. She seemed pretty cold about it and said I could leave.
I cried all the way home, but the panic subsided, having been able to leave the office. I got home and cried on the floor in the fetal position. The next day I had the flu and my mentrual period started 2 days later. I was sick for 5 days and each day I was out, my boss made sure to hound me daily. When I asked for more work, none was given...I felt like they were pushing me out. I talked to an old coworker that was let go for "job performance" by my same boss. She said that they had offered her MY job instead of getting let go! I was soo upset after she told me! This happened about 7 months ago.
For the rest of the month I battled the days, staring at the clock - trying to keep my mind off of how much I was hating my job, my boss and seeing more coworkers laid off. In mid February I got into a car accident, a guy sailed into my lane, almost hitting me head on while talking on his cell phone. We both were ok. Of course this happened on my lunch break - I asked to go home. At the doctor's I started crying and tried to explain what was going on at work but they only quickly prescribed me anti depressents and a host of other medications. Feeling frustrated, that entire weekend I cried and had stomach pains - the very thought of going back to the office made me panic. I couldnt sleep at night and I'd wake up at random, my heart beating out of my chest and I'd start crying. On Sunday I abruptly quit - my body could not take it anymore.
I know I am feeling depressed but I feel so terrible that when I go to the store, I am gripped with fear. I feel trapped - like everyone knows how terrible I am. I don't want to see my friends (but I do) and I have no interest in activities that I normally found enjoyable. This goes completely against the type of creative and outgoing person I am. Has anyone ever felt this way?