Dear Lily,
Right now, I’m feeling really down because I absolutely hate my job. I’ve been stuck there for more than two years, and I’ve never truly found joy in it; my coworkers are nothing but deceitful jerks. Lately, I’ve taken to frequently calling in sick, finding comfort in watching Neighbours while indulging in entire multipacks of crisps by afternoon. The mere idea of facing work the following day makes me feel almost suicidal. I can’t take it anymore! Can you offer some assistance?
Lily says – It makes me sad to learn that you’re feeling this way. Many of us go through similar emotions at different points in our lives, but it’s important to keep reminding yourself that this is just a temporary situation. Last year, I wanted to skip school because Shaun Wilson embarrassed me by farting on my head in front of everyone while I was trying to put my shoes back on after PE. The next day, I claimed to my mummy that I wasn’t well enough to attend school, but she wouldn’t believe me since I didn’t have a fever. To get taken seriously, I ended up using her purple eye-shadow to create a believable rash on my stomach. Strangely enough, this made my mummy start shaking and crying, leading us to the hospital. The silver lining is that I got to enjoy the rest of the day off school, and the doctor rewarded my bravery with a lollipop. You’re fortunate in a way because your mummy is likely not around, sparing you from having to invent complex stories to convince her you need to stay in bed. Therefore, my advice is to stop complaining and appreciate the good things in your life – and be grateful that you won’t have to endure sitting next to Shaun Wilson for the remaining summer term.
Hope that helps!
