Okay! So, I just quit my job of three months about a week ago. A week that was spent primarily in the hospital, which happens to be the only place where I can see my doctor--given that he's retired from private practice--as well as the closest people to me outside of family currently: the nursing staff (how pathetic indeed!). This was the first place of employment for me in some time as I've been battling my depression pretty consistently--or professionally, from a help standpoint--for the past few years. I had things going my way, I really did! I was so very happy to be doing some thing productive in my life & actually seem as though there was a purpose to my day. But it was all a mirage, as usual. In the end I just felt that I could not trust my boss, and so I had to go. His words never quite seemed to match his actions in the moment of truth: times when he had his chance to show how he really felt about me through his actions. His interpersonal communication skills were poor; and I simply did not believe his semi-enthusiastic, almost half-hearted attempts to praise me and my work. I did every thing I could to please this man. All of my effort all of the time. I had one gear while on the clock, go! I never turned down a request to pick up a shift for some one; frequently last minute call-ins, & always made sure that I got the job done right. Because I cared. Evidently, that wasn't good enough, or he's got a funny way of showing how much my efforts meant to him. We had some thing of an exit-interview, where he spent the better part of an hour trying to persuade me to stay, but that was that. I can't work for some body who (I feel any way) lies to my face with a killer smile. It was too small a staff to just be a number there and I worked with the boss several days a week, two of those exclusively--one to one. I never felt as though I belonged there, and this is rare. Usually, I get along well with others on the job and have a very good working reputation. Most every boss I have had has greatly appreciated me personally and professionally. I suppose this is overstating. But my point is that this was treacherous chemistry for all parties involved. And now, I am devastated. Emotionally & c & c.... I had a place to go... Co-workers who were friendly.. Something to be a part of. Fuck! And now, I want to die. That's all. I don't know what any body could possibly get out of this, but I got some thing simply by expressing my pain my self. Thank You All.