The Soul-Killers
I hate this place. I dread coming in day after day and the only gravitating factor is none other than my own sense of responsibility, knowing that at the end of the day, regardless of how insignificant I have been made to feel, I am accountable for my work. They'll never see you when you do things right but when you fumble all fingers will point at you and poisonous arrows would come bolting in your direction. But I need not fear arrows, because I have integrity. I believe I do and it would be my shield.If you want to grow, this is not the place. If you do, you're either popular or just plain lucky. If you do, it's probably because you eventually have to as more people need to fill in the empty boxes higher up the hierarchy and you're long overdue - they have no choice but to promote you even if you downright deserve it from Day 1.
This place is plagued by diseases that are ubiquitous. Diseases that obliterate the spirit. The soul-killer called Envy, Regret and Rage. Their seeds planted by the proliferating double-standards, biased stupid unweighted systems and utterly ridiculous managers with brains the size of pea.
I wish I could leave but I cannot. For wealth I have not, to pay the debt that I shouldn't be owing to begin with. Just a hurting pauper whose sky is no longer the limit, but some people surrounding her are. And she hates them. She truly hates them.
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