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So, still depressed. Also, the last three days - hell, the last two weeks - at work have been excruciatingly boring. That doesn't sound that bad in the grand scheme of things, I know, but I spent most of today wanting to cry because I was that bored. My work days so far this week have been maybe 2 1/2 hours of mindless circulations tasks, which barely breaks up the rest of the 8 hour day of sitting in a chair in front of a computer with nothing useful or interesting to do, waiting for the phone to ring so that maybe I can answer a question. The phone doesn't ring or, if it does, it's just someone who wants to know our hours. I've asked multiple times if there is literally anything I can work on - seriously, I would happily wash all of our books or laboriously take stickers off them and put new identical stickers on, anything - and there's nothing to do. No one has anything to do. I've shelf read the whole library twice in the past two weeks. It feels like someone is microwaving my brain. And the worst part is that boredom + depression is fucking exhausting, so I don't even have the energy to do something interesting once I get home.

So I have given myself permission to call in sick tomorrow and I'm going to, I don't know, read a book or knit something really complex that I have to think hard about. Get some goddamned enrichment activities in my zoo enclosure, I guess.