Today was my last day at work. I finished the work I was set early and as my boss is still away and hadn’t left me any extra work, there was no reason to stay, so I left at 2.15pm. I’m glad to be away from the office. The people were nice, but it was not a good environment for me: too noisy and busy and I was too shy to talk to anyone, although I guess that’s partly the problem of being a temp and not ‘really’ on the team. Plus, I made too many big mistakes, although I think some of them were because I misunderstood how the search engine on LinkedIn functions rather than pure incompetence (or depressive poor concentration) as I initially thought. The early finish meant I could do some Shabbat shopping before it got too late as well. I’m glad I got through the whole three month contract without a single sick day or late arrival due to depression, although I nearly fell at the proverbial last post, as I overslept by nearly half an hour this morning, but I rushed and took the bus to the station instead of walking and arrived at work on time.
I’m glad that I’ve got an interview for another job lined up, but I’m already terrified about it. The interview is scary and so is the cataloguing test. I feel that my cataloguing skills have gone really rusty, especially as I haven’t really done big number-building in Dewey (building up the long shelfmarks) since my MA eight years ago. However, the really terrifying thing is the ten minute presentation about which I have no idea what to say. It doesn’t help that I can only vaguely remember what this job involves and I don’t have access to the online job description. Plus, I’m sure I’m going to start shaking when I speak and that anxiety in itself can trigger shaking.
Someone at work asked me about librarianship and what I had to do for my MA and I panicked and my mind went blank. This happens to me a lot: people ask me questions about myself and topics that I know a lot about and that mean a lot to me, but I panic and can’t think of anything. I tend to dread those kinds of conversations, rather than ones where I can hurriedly pass back the conversation by asking the other person a question (or the same one they just asked me). With Doctor Who it’s even worse, as I grew up in the nineties when the programme was not in production (except for one TV movie) and its memory was a laughingstock, so I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable and change the subject.
I’ve been put back on the security rota at shul (synagogue) even though I’ve said that I have health issues and can’t guarantee to get there. I may have to be more explicit and say that I have mental health issues and can pretty much guarantee to not be there in the mornings at the moment because that’s when things are worst and the fact that I get to shiurim (classes) and services in the evenings is not proof that I am well enough to get there in the mornings. I always hate to say things like that, though. I get scared how people will react if I say I have mental health issues.
I filled in the questionnaire that I was supposed to fill in before my therapy assessment on Monday. I’ve done so many of these things now that I did it in just a couple of minutes, whereas the first time I did one, at the counselling service at university, I took so long over it that the therapist told me to just stop wherever I’d got up to. Here the difficulty is more focusing on the last twelve days when the depression has lasted, with occasional brief gaps, for fifteen or twenty years. Other than that it’s just ticking the worst box for most of the questions. In the past I would probably have agonised over exactly how depressed I’ve been in the last two weeks, but this time I just answered for how I’ve been feeling “lately” as I know there hasn’t been much variation for months; I also don’t want to distort the answers by focusing too much on one or two better days when the average is so awful. I guess I’ve been in the NHS long enough to learn to play the system, although I’m not sure that anyone really pays much attention to these questionnaires anyway.
(Also, is it autistic of me to wonder why “filling in” a questionnaire is the same as “filling out” a questionnaire when they sound like they should be opposites?)
Problem: I want to interact with Doctor Who fans on Twitter, both because it’s fun and to promote my blog. Unfortunately, many Doctor Who fans are very political, whereas I want to avoid politics at the moment (including/especially Brexit). I’m not sure how to do this (and wasting more time online is possibly not a goal I should be exploring). Although I’m wondering if I should be using my blog to review new Doctor Who episodes at all. My better reviews tend to be written after multiple viewings, often long after the event, and I want to reserve that blog for high-quality writing with an eye to professional publication one day. On the other hand, if I don’t review there, I only end up writing mini-reviews in the comments on my friends’ blogs or in response to emails/texts.
I ate too much unhealthy food at shiur (Torah class) again. I don’t know why I do this. I do the same on Shabbat (the Sabbath), particularly at shul (synagogue) at kiddush (the refreshments after the service) or seudah shlishit (the third Shabbat meal). I thought it might be a social anxiety thing, that I eat to distract myself or to look busy so no one talks to me, but I over-eat on Shabbat at home too. Although today I didn’t intend to drink what my family refers to as “fat coke” (non-diet coca cola), which I don’t even like much. I am possibly coming down from a sugar rush now.
Shiur was interesting, but left me somewhat depressed again. The assistant rabbi was talking about the importance of building an ‘inside,’ an internal world. He said that’s his primary message in the Torah he teaches. I worry I don’t have an inside. I spend a lot of time in thought, but I don’t know that my thoughts are worthwhile and they go round and round inside my head without going anywhere. Sharing many (not all) of my thoughts here is not keeping my “inside” inside me in the way the assistant rabbi said we should. I can’t remember everything he said, but he was talking about challenges and how they are often about engaging with things externally only. I feel attracted to someone and then I feel guilty because that’s focusing on externals. I think that I really want to have a meaningful relationship with someone which would be an interior relationship, but maybe I’m wrong and I could only relate to someone in a superficial way. I don’t think that was my experience when in a relationship, but that was for such a relatively short period and I wonder sometimes what would happen if I was married and was with someone for years.
The other thing that happened at shiur was the subject came up of the time when the rabbi offered to give £50 to tzedaka (charity) if someone could answer a particular question that he was sure no one would be able to answer and I answered it correctly. I still feel embarrassed about that, without really knowing why, and then I feel guilty (??? I find it hard to understand or name what I feel a lot of the time, let alone why I feel it) that I feel embarrassed.
Well, my mood is sinking fast and I’m tired, so I probably ought to get ready for bed. I doubt I will blog tomorrow as Shabbat starts at 3.45pm and I have a lot of preparation to do as I’m home alone (which reminds me that I need to take some food out of the freezer before I go to bed tonight), so I probably won’t have time, especially as I’m likely to sleep in. Last time I did Shabbat alone I said I would get myself invited out for at least one meal if it happened again, but when it came to it, I chickened out and didn’t. In the frum (religious Orthodox Jewish) world it’s considered normal and acceptable to ask for dinner invitations if home alone or visiting for Shabbat and people who were not raised religious often cite it as something they love about Judaism, but the only time I tried it (when I went to New York in the summer), I got turned down flat. Normal frum community stuff just doesn’t seem to work out for me (see also getting set up on dates, or not).