Sometimes with depression it’s good to appreciate the little things to help us get through life, because we can’t all climb mountains, or save the world or have beautiful children to make us feel like we have achieved greatness.
For me it’s all the little things and that I have a decent memory and can use Hellonwheels to share those stories.
Here’s todays example…..
So, before my diagnosis, I worked in admin, you know that generic term for the wench in the office who does all the stuff no one else wants to do etc.
At the time of one particular Census I was an admin wench doing the work of a TPO (Training Placement Office) and living with my fun housemate. B!
We decided to sit on the couch to do the Census together, to make it easier.
Here’s the thing, the Census asks lots of repetitive, ridiculous questions and most were harder for me to answer than B.
Job Description. Sure but…..
Describe tasks you do every day? Bam. There you go. That last one, I was very perplexed. My answer went something like this….
“Answer calls, deal with clients, negotiate and liaise between government agencies, hosts, sponsors, management, email etc.
B and I looked at each other and we discussed what he should write. We settled on these three words.
“Lifts heavy things.”