I'm fucked. My efforts to come across as friendly and supportive have been interpreted as 'condescending'. The boss is joking about installing the doom beam in my basement so nobody has to deal with me ever again. When they blow off steam, it's 'funny'. When I blow off steam, it's 'hurtful'. Or 'frightening'.
Most probabilities lead to my termination, probably within the next seven months, if history repeats. And then the meds become unaffordable. And then. And then.