Had another shitty day with the Croissants again today, but this time I was more prepared for it, and so didn't take as much of an emotional hit.

Now that I've gone through it twice and had some more time to consider, I really don't think it was a failure of the anti-depressants at all. Even when one is not depressed, shitty things happening can result in feeling bad, and that is normal and healthy. And the consequences of this particular set of shitty things may include having to find a new job :`( Which sucks the wrong end of an incontinent camel, because, even with a couple of things/people I don't like taken into account, this is still the best job I've ever had.