Cycling Thru

Cycling through a rough patch/depression these days. Fatigued and depressed. Have absolutely no motivation, especially at work. I feel like I've truly run out of steam, run out of give-a-fuck, run out of usefulness. It also doesn't help matters that I feel invisible or marginalized. It also doesn't help that given the new office, I'm now sitting 18 inches from "TheWorkHorse," spinster-bitch extraordinaire, who personifies pettiness and hostility. Each day I catch myself ABOUT to say either "Shut the fuck up!" or "I quit!" Ideally, I'd love to say both of those sentences in quick succession, then grab my purse and valise and get the fuck out of Dodge. The dread and ennui are killing me.