When I was at work yesterday one of my coworkers thanked me, by name.
“Thank you, [my name]!”
I felt immensely confused, and literally asked them if they were speaking to me.
I’m the only person there by that name, and it’s a very distinctive name.
It would be funny if it weren’t for such a sad reason.
I’m used to being expected to do things.
I’m not used to being thanked for what I do.
On A Good Day 
It feels good to be useful. When I was in my early twenties I struggled with depression. College was never very good for my mental health. It was good old fashioned clock punching paycheck collecting drudgery that dragged me out of my own head. I’ve always liked working. Glad you like it too.
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It greatly depends on the work. My previous retail experience was not good for my mental health – neither was working in a call center. This company is a lot better to work for than most retail, though.
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Call centers are horrible. Job stress can be enormously toxic. I hear you on that.
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This is good, though. It means you are surrounding yourself by people who appreciate and respect you. I hope this is the first of many times you get to feel that.
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Thanks, Stacy!
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