Well, boys and girls, it looks like I’m going to wash out of my training program after all. It wasn’t put exactly that way by my trainer this afternoon, but I had to be honest with her about the reasons why I’m struggling so badly and she acknowledged that they’re pretty much incompatible with the work. The truth is, no matter how hard I try, I am simply not capable of reading and retaining large amounts of information, let alone utilizing it. This has been such an awful week on survey that I was sorely tempted to pull the disability card, but I couldn’t think of a single benefit other than demonstrating that contrary to appearances, I’m not stupid or lazy.
At this point I don’t think it matters; there’s nothing to be gained by elaborating on the causes of my learning problems because I’m not asking for accommodations. What’s to accommodate? This job is all about absorbing enormous volumes of information and using it to make critical decisions out in the field, and I can’t do it.
I still don’t regret trying though. AND, I don’t think I’m a loser because I can’t handle it. It takes a lot of smarts and hard work to even be considered for a job like this, and I know I’d have kicked myself for the rest of my life if I hadn’t at least given it a shot. To say that I am beyond frustrated and disappointed would be an understatement, and I’d love nothing more than to say “the hell with it”, but I can’t quit because I’ll need unemployment benefits. I don’t know what my next step is—I don’t have a Plan B—but somehow I’ll land on my feet. I always do.
Thank God I’m on enough medication to be able to weather this particular storm…..I can feel only a hint of mania and an inkling of the despair that so often leads to depression. It’s literally stifled by the meds. So different from last year at this time, even though this too is work-related and will undoubtedly create another major upheaval. One day I hope to learn not to overreach, or to push my limits too far, but I had to try this one last time to be and do more than I believed possible.
That’s why it was so good to have my daughter and her family come for a visit tonight. They brought a big pizza for us all, a pair of yellow carnival-glass candleholders for me, and a lot of love and laughter that soothed my sore ego and filled my heart with gratitude. I need more evenings like it; life is simply too short to be this miserable, and I will NEVER achieve any kind of stability as long as I continue to allow ambition to overrule common sense.
~~sigh~~Dr. A is going to have a field day with all this when I see him next week. He wasn’t thrilled that I took the job in the first place; maybe he’ll have some ideas since he fancies himself to be some sort of vocational coach where I’m concerned. And why not…..at this point, I think my DOG has got better ideas for my next job than I do.
To be continued…..
8 thoughts on “The End Is Near”
I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. I want to say I disagree with you about not overreaching and exceeding your ability. But then I think: Baby steps. Eat the elephant one bite at a time. Or as my dad used to say, You don’t have to go at it like killing snakes.
I like the way he put that! Have to remember that one. 🙂
they may be fine w/ it taking longer for all you know, they have already invested in you quite a bit. Sometimes we get a bit paranoid… esp if we have BiP! But, I know it is hard for you to work your brain that hard too, I’m not sure I’d enjoy that. I think you are wise to let them make the decision to keep you or not xoxo
Admire you for trying. I’ll bet another door will open for you and this one is not completely shut. Your doc might have some ideas. May God bless you greatly!
Thanks, y’all. The kind words and encouragement mean more than you know. 🙂
I’m also glad to hear that you are not down on yourself about trying it. That is really important, as is your acceptance that it’s not working. Both inspire me.
I appreciate that. I feel awful about this whole mess, but there just isn’t anyone to blame for it. That happens sometimes out here in the real world; but it’s a breakthrough for me in that *I* finally realize that everything isn’t my fault. 🙂