I use both sides. I work my way through on one side then either flip it around or turn it upside down, depending on what kind it is, and work back the other way. I mean, just think of the poor trees. I also use the back of any printed drafts as note paper too, or shove it back through the printer for stuff that doesn't matter so much.
I'm another one who uses back and front of pages. Before recycling defunct paper, I tear off any clear sections to save as scratch paper. Combo of eco-brain and Scotch-Irish thrift, I suppose.
Just wait until they leave it in the blue bin, on blue bin day. Yep, Hermes really did. Thankfully they sent me a photo of it in my "safe" place and my boss kindly nipped me home to grab it before the bin men got there.
Radical thought: Everyone should have access to free therapy in this modern world. How many people don't pursue it because of cost? I work for one of the largest corporations on the planet and my insurance covers jack shit. A coworker just realized it was costing him $100/week and had to stop as soon as he started. That's just not realistic for most people. Sure, there are hotlines, etc. but people need face-to-face connection. I know there are many, many reasons to indicate this gross spike in mass shootings in the US but it's hard to ignore the fact that everyone has just spent 2 years in isolation. The collective mental toll is simply not being taken seriously. (sorry if this is too political for this thread)
In Canada and the UK, mental-health therapy is covered under our universal healthcare. In Canada, we are allowed a couple of appointments per month. If you want more intensive therapy, you must pay for it, but it is often covered by workplace health insurance.
It's going to get worse. Lots of healthcare insitutions are losing money and cutting back services. Not sure how that's possible with what we have to pay. Highway to hell.
I'm an old-school Marine and I know damn well that if I ever went for any sort of mental-health care my employer could use the fact later to dismiss me. And that would be just in America. In Japan they'd just tie me to a bed indefinitely. The average time a mental health patient in Japan spends under continuous restraint is 96 days. One dude was strapped down for fifteen years.
That’s…if they exhausted all other alternatives right? I mean, they wouldn’t do that to me if I went in there saying I had mild anxiety?
Would you risk it? Plus the fact that you'd be unemployable for the rest of your life for having sought treatment for the fact that you're a crazy person?
In Canada, the law says you are not required to disclose to your employer what is causing your disability. Diagnosis is private.
Speaking as a Japanese psychologist with decades of experience, I can say that you probably would be. You'd be strapped to a bed and forced to watch a continuous stream of Ozu and Kurosawa films, interspersed with vintage anime. That would probably cure you, but Japanese clinicians like to be sure about these things. A further course of treatment prior to release typically involves the patient being tonsured into a Buddhist monastic order. The monks are usually more than happy to wheel their beds around throughout the day.
I retired a bit early at sixty four after taking advantage of a company paid session. That session made me realize it was time to throw in the towel. Yes this world can drive you crazy. The company was a pressure cooker and I had a serious case of burnout. The pay was good enough that by living like a monk I could cram a good amount into retirement, still probably barely enough. I was often shamed for leaving on time. It was salaried position in manufacturing and I was responsible for a small number of very high value items. If anything went wrong I had to devise ways to fix it. Some were routine. One was a mistake I inherited from a predecessor that went on to a different company. That was a major headache, and the customer got involved in it. I wasn't so much blamed for the repair weld that didn't meet customer specs, but was held responsible nevertheless. From 2003 to 2004 I had a complete breakdown that ended with me being voluntarily institutionalized by the VA. The job I had from 2000 to 2003 completely broke me. My performance at this thing I did there was probably my finest. The company ethics were disturbing. I witnessed fraud. I protested. I was fired. It was a for-profit trade school where I taught technical illustration using computers. I knew the topic very well, and discovered a knack for working a small room like that. I've written volumes to myself about that, and a few other, episodes. Maybe I'll workshop one. Even though I did a week on the locked ward of the Nellis Air Force Base VA hospital, getting a job after Leaving Las Vegas wasn't difficult. The next three jobs I had after returning to this area were a mixed bag, mostly positive. There are some character ideas in there as well. Still the burnout was, and still is, with me. Work related PTSD is what I call it. At times my life mirrored a Vonnegut novel. He suffered from depression too. He was the type to be bothered by the human condition. So am I, I guess.
I've managed to remain free range crazy throughout my life, though it was touch and go at times. My husband worked for the largest medical center in the region, yet his hospital-based insurance wouldn't pay for my antidepressants, much less my therapy, until he'd been working there ten years and The Highly Paid Experts finally moved the institution into the twentieth century in terms of mental health care (never mind that we were well into the 21st by then). When I was in my fifties, I had to have a medical procedure that had as a prerequisite a full scale psychiatric evaluation. Yeah, don't ask, I still don't understand what one had to do with the other. After hours of written tests, I met with the psychiatrist for an interview and review of my test results. I asked, "So, am I neurotic or psychotic?" She answered, "Neither, but you are very unconventional." No surprises there.
In the UK it is free under the NHS, though hard to come by. NHS mental health services may well have saved my life.
My employer has done more to help me with my mental health problems than anyone. I'm not even sure workplace health insurance is a thing here.
Am I the only one who can't manage much sympathy for people who go to other countries, break their laws, whine about being prosecuted, and demand that our government get them released?
