Arrived at work to people happy to see me. They all thought I had Covid since I said I was in the ICU. I said I had a panic attack, went to a psych ward, and given anxiety medication so I will be very calm, but to a few I confess my 88 pills that I swallowed trying to commit suicide. I showed my roommate the bottle and he counted what was left to figure out I took 88 pills. He then took them from me. General Manager calls me into his office. He explains my predecessor is back and I am going down to 2 days a week as accounts payable and the other 3 days as a night auditor. My great fear of losing my job has come true. I meet my predecessor and we walk around the block talking about what happened to me. The rest of the day I spend with my replacement learning new things I was never taught. Now I have to find a new job. Pronto! I'm hopeful I can convince them to let me stay at my salary job and just shift into a supportive role for the Director of Finance.
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