So I’ve been a recruiter for government contracting firms for several years. I get a lot of crap about this, since most recruiters don’t know shit about IT. But I love what I do, I got my clearance and a few IT certifications, and it was working for me.
Less than a month and a half ago my father died unexpectedly, of a stroke or anuerysm. We don’t know yet. I took a little time off, but when this happened I was also covering for the only other recruiter at my company, so my workload was doubled.
I really just couldn’t take it. I used what two or three days I had for bereavement leave, but my company’s policy specifies that those days are only for the funeral. Whereas grief sets in on its own schedule.
In the following weeks, I had a lot of trouble. Since age 17, I’ve had depression (28 now) and I hate even saying those words. Depressed is most girls my age when they get dumped, for me it is that I just disconnect from everything and time skips by me like a stone across a pond. It doesn’t feel scary or bad or sad, it doesn’t feel like anything. And that is the very physical part of having a chemical imbalance-I hate using the word depressed because it conjours emotion or sentiment, and that isn’t what it is for me.
After my dad died suddenly, the depression I’d had under control for a long time just grew into a monster. On some level I could recognize the symptoms and objectively know, hey, you should still care about work! Career has always ruled me first. But I just literally couldn’t especially in the first month.
Today I got dual bad news. Firstly, my work is putting me on a performance improvement plan. I’ve never gotten so much as a less than A+ performance review, ever. Secondly, I found out that at a moment when I felt so overwhelmed and asked my HR representative about leave, she TOLD OTHER PEOPLE INCLUDING MY SUPERVISOR.
I cant tell which part of this shit sandwich is worst: getting told I suck at my job when career has always been first for me, my dad being dead out of the blue, or having random medical information being traded among my colleagues like pokemon cards.
I’m so fed up, and I have no idea what to do.