Last year about this time I had a job. As work goes, it sucked. Literally. It sucked the life and joy right out of my soul. After 8 years, I hated it. I was only holding on mentally for a few people that I thought were my friends.
Let's call this particular workplace Hell. I'm trying to be professional, after all, while I deal with my problems and insecurities. (I think I'm trying anyway...) At Hell, we had a Dictator who was a good boss. She listened and thought things through before making decisions. Being a small 'company' everyone wanted a voice in decision making. The Dictator gave them that voice. We all felt happy and fulfilled because of the good we were sharing with the world.
Until the Manager was hired. Yelling, throwing things, back-biting, manipulating, slander, and on and on and on. Things went south incredibly quickly. I was publicly ridiculed on so many occasions - which is truly sad because I was a grunt that wasn't a threat to ANYONE's job. The Manager hated me. Except on days that she would hug me and offer back rubs while I was working. It was creepy psycho. I didn't know how to react.
Until the Dictator got a better offer. She'd been beaten pretty badly herself through a few recent mutinous rebellions and she needed a break. So she left. She left Hell. She left the city. She left the state. She went somewhere else to be happy. I'm proud of her.
Things got worse and worse. I was removed from my job and instructed to find my replacement via outsourcing. I found irrefutable proof that the one person I was staying for had lied to me. Big lies. Big fat hairy lies. So I left. I handed in my resignation and left contact information for my final week. No one called. Not even my so-called friend.
Apparently I wasn't as useful as I had thought.
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