charmedbyekkie
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I'm really, really sad about work. Sad doesn't quite fit, but upset feels like too much action and depressed has just been abused as a term.
I'm terribly sad how my colleagues are treated. How the cards were stacked against them from the start. How the politics are played, not even clever political manoeuvring, just drama politicking. How the innocent get hurt.
I'm upset that some colleagues saw my apparent stoicism as strength, when all it was was me being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm upset that they saw that and thought they should persevere in a situation I would have told a friend to leave asap.
I've tried to protect everyone, even the ones who now try to backstab me. I've defended everyone to the boss, arguing why the boss shouldn't make life a living hell for them to push them to leave. I gave reasons why they shouldn't be judged so harshly.
And the things I've had to put up with - the blatant insults, the snarky comments, the sly little daggers, the constant tearing down of everything you are and everything you've done, the things my partner is appalled to hear about - I can bottle them away. I grew up poor - I know how to tank through the tough times, to hold out because you need the job stability and the money. But I wish others didn't feel the need to do the same just because they saw me as a role model. I'm no role model. I'm just a person, biding her time, playing it safe, keeping her cards close to her chest. Maybe sometime soon I'll show my hand and be free from this place.
But what upsets me the most is my colleagues never had a chance. Even though I tried to shelter them. Just because of their faith, they never stood a chance. That's what infuriates me. Such kind, well-meaning, generous souls. Such wonderful people.
And the manipulation that goes on. I can see it, tangibly. I'm uncomfortably comfortable with it - had enough experience in politicking with more finesse. But this base manipulation is too transparent for me. The boss using people - pushing people out when they're no longer valuable, then sickeningly sweet to reel them back in when (oh shoot) they are actually needed these next few weeks. And (oh shoot), too many people are leaving so it looks bad, so the boss better go sweet talk everyone back into place. But the moment you've insinuated you're looking elsewhere, you're on death row - and you better not forget it. My silence is the one thing keeping me alive in this place. Loose lips sink ships, after all.
How can anyone trust someone who threatens to fire/push out people, then turns on you with barbed words and rude comments, then sugar talks when you as manpower are needed? It's a joke, and I'm only laughing when my humour turns black.
I just wish they wouldn't fall for it. Who can protect them, if I'm not around? Who else will hide the fact that office food outings follow religious dietary restrictions? Who else will hide the fact that for a few minutes at a time, they're missing from their desks for prayers in a room I made sure was quiet and out of the way for them? I worry.
I'm hoping to hear good news in a month's time, and I'm just holding onto that. But I'm also proud of myself in some moments. Maybe my father was right - that I am a strong person, able to bide my time until the better opportunity is secured. But I sure do look forward to my escape. I just hope my colleagues escape too.
I'm terribly sad how my colleagues are treated. How the cards were stacked against them from the start. How the politics are played, not even clever political manoeuvring, just drama politicking. How the innocent get hurt.
I'm upset that some colleagues saw my apparent stoicism as strength, when all it was was me being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm upset that they saw that and thought they should persevere in a situation I would have told a friend to leave asap.
I've tried to protect everyone, even the ones who now try to backstab me. I've defended everyone to the boss, arguing why the boss shouldn't make life a living hell for them to push them to leave. I gave reasons why they shouldn't be judged so harshly.
And the things I've had to put up with - the blatant insults, the snarky comments, the sly little daggers, the constant tearing down of everything you are and everything you've done, the things my partner is appalled to hear about - I can bottle them away. I grew up poor - I know how to tank through the tough times, to hold out because you need the job stability and the money. But I wish others didn't feel the need to do the same just because they saw me as a role model. I'm no role model. I'm just a person, biding her time, playing it safe, keeping her cards close to her chest. Maybe sometime soon I'll show my hand and be free from this place.
But what upsets me the most is my colleagues never had a chance. Even though I tried to shelter them. Just because of their faith, they never stood a chance. That's what infuriates me. Such kind, well-meaning, generous souls. Such wonderful people.
And the manipulation that goes on. I can see it, tangibly. I'm uncomfortably comfortable with it - had enough experience in politicking with more finesse. But this base manipulation is too transparent for me. The boss using people - pushing people out when they're no longer valuable, then sickeningly sweet to reel them back in when (oh shoot) they are actually needed these next few weeks. And (oh shoot), too many people are leaving so it looks bad, so the boss better go sweet talk everyone back into place. But the moment you've insinuated you're looking elsewhere, you're on death row - and you better not forget it. My silence is the one thing keeping me alive in this place. Loose lips sink ships, after all.
How can anyone trust someone who threatens to fire/push out people, then turns on you with barbed words and rude comments, then sugar talks when you as manpower are needed? It's a joke, and I'm only laughing when my humour turns black.
I just wish they wouldn't fall for it. Who can protect them, if I'm not around? Who else will hide the fact that office food outings follow religious dietary restrictions? Who else will hide the fact that for a few minutes at a time, they're missing from their desks for prayers in a room I made sure was quiet and out of the way for them? I worry.
I'm hoping to hear good news in a month's time, and I'm just holding onto that. But I'm also proud of myself in some moments. Maybe my father was right - that I am a strong person, able to bide my time until the better opportunity is secured. But I sure do look forward to my escape. I just hope my colleagues escape too.