Job Inside My Brain

My bad job has wormed itself into my brain like a self-replicating virus. I dream of bad jobs. I wake up with feelings of self-recrimination and failure.  I ruminate endlessly over what I have done wrong in my life to be doomed to suffer bad jobs. Over and over I tell my partner about my bad job, what am I going to do about this job, should I quit this job, would I be able to get another job, is it OK to spend all my savings, should we sell the house, job, job, my job sucks, I hate my job, all right- I won't talk about my job anymore, it's a distasteful subject! Failed career, gonna be old and broke, destitution, disease, death....Where is the drug to vanquish the job virus in my brain and let me rest?

Don't think about jobs. Think about anything else besides the job. I will only allow myself to think about it when I'm actually there. So far this hasn't worked.

Here are things I can think about instead of thinking about my job: The Grateful Dead, Grumpy Cat, Pitbull Sharky, Angry Birds, Popword, popcorn, vegetable gardens, pomegranates, incense, peppermints....caledonia mahogany's elbows.....art cars, dogs, cats, chickens, Andy Warhol, space aliens, ghosts, UFOs, Roky Erickson and the 13th Floor Elevators, chai tea, breve latte with whipped cream, velvet paintings, Voodoo Donuts, the Church of Elvis.....anything, anything else!!