At least I know the truth. I am held to an impossible standard. I am being set up to fail. I am expected to be perfect. Don't be tired. Stop being moody and aggressive. Don't ask for your overtime pay. Just shut up and stop being human. Emotions are ugly when they come from me.
I cried because it's just so unfair. Then I came home and grocery shopped and did my blogilates and stretching and at cinnamon toast crunch. No alcohol. No b/p. no binging. Just a few tears and a determination to leave and find something better. I am working to gain some skills. A few at work and some at home. My indesign skills, CSS and HTML on my own time. Spanish too. Social media shit at work to add to my r�sum�. And supervisory experience so I can get a better position. Knowing that I can never win makes me not care about playing anymore. I don't lose. I quit cause the game is rigged.
7:38 p.m. - 2014-03-25
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