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Rick and Morty is always such a hit, a masterpiece and an instant cult classic. Totally how I define my life *sarcastic Rick voice*.
When life gives you lemons, life will take it back on a matter of seconds.
Yesterday, I had the greatest feeling ever at work. I had a sense of accomplishment and for the first time in many years, I felt a bit of purpose. I did a long term preparation for our long awaited annual inventory that consists of many early to late shifts of constant stock checks mixed with special events that lasts weeks and sorts of miscellaneous deeds which others of my same position are not usually being handed over or given as their actual responsibility. I took a step forward because all I get are belittlement.
"You are handling a small area" "It's should be easy" "It's nothing special"
First, fuck you all.
Second. I don't know. Again, I'm bitching in this platform. Last 4 to 5 years of insults about not being good enough is no different in what I have now. I used to work on a bigger department and I admit, I was a real whiny inexperienced baby back then. Now, I'm just a whiny experienced baby. I used to work actually in the biggest branch in the region at the time. They praise my knowledge and my ability to work on reports yet what they saw was I was slow. They never saw the details in my work that I paid real attention to, even up to the minuscule field. They only saw me sitting at the office chair, planning my long term goals making the store better - with my pending work finished, and that's what they only see. Me. Sitting. In a fucking chair. Never had real appreciation anywhere. I requested back up and my back up exceeded their expectation. Had a very mature comparison and I fucking lost. They throw me at the smallest branch, and it's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
I had managers that trusted my plans, and don't interfere with my suggestions unless it's against the policy. I had the creative freedom that my former store did not gave me. And guess what? I had the best and most perfect inventory results 2 years straight now. But no, it's not an achievement. I'm the fucking smallest. I'm nothing. I had it easy. I have nothing to fight for and I have nothing to lose.
Yesterday was the best day of my life like I said. Today I felt the worst. Rumour has it that the one in charge in the now biggest branch in our region, who was recently promoted, was again gonna get promoted to fill the void of one position - So he's current position will be opened. Guess who will be there? My back up 3 years ago. The same person who I am long friends with ever since we worked together, who was a drinking buddy and was really a great advisor. I am very happy. For him. But I can't be happy for me. Every day I fantasize how would I die - but now I truly feel a part of me has already been killed.
I can't feel happy for the success of others while I'm drowning of misery. Fucking pathetic.
Rick and Morty is always such a hit, a masterpiece and an instant cult classic. Totally how I define my life *sarcastic Rick voice*.
When life gives you lemons, life will take it back on a matter of seconds.
Yesterday, I had the greatest feeling ever at work. I had a sense of accomplishment and for the first time in many years, I felt a bit of purpose. I did a long term preparation for our long awaited annual inventory that consists of many early to late shifts of constant stock checks mixed with special events that lasts weeks and sorts of miscellaneous deeds which others of my same position are not usually being handed over or given as their actual responsibility. I took a step forward because all I get are belittlement.
"You are handling a small area" "It's should be easy" "It's nothing special"
First, fuck you all.
Second. I don't know. Again, I'm bitching in this platform. Last 4 to 5 years of insults about not being good enough is no different in what I have now. I used to work on a bigger department and I admit, I was a real whiny inexperienced baby back then. Now, I'm just a whiny experienced baby. I used to work actually in the biggest branch in the region at the time. They praise my knowledge and my ability to work on reports yet what they saw was I was slow. They never saw the details in my work that I paid real attention to, even up to the minuscule field. They only saw me sitting at the office chair, planning my long term goals making the store better - with my pending work finished, and that's what they only see. Me. Sitting. In a fucking chair. Never had real appreciation anywhere. I requested back up and my back up exceeded their expectation. Had a very mature comparison and I fucking lost. They throw me at the smallest branch, and it's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
I had managers that trusted my plans, and don't interfere with my suggestions unless it's against the policy. I had the creative freedom that my former store did not gave me. And guess what? I had the best and most perfect inventory results 2 years straight now. But no, it's not an achievement. I'm the fucking smallest. I'm nothing. I had it easy. I have nothing to fight for and I have nothing to lose.
Yesterday was the best day of my life like I said. Today I felt the worst. Rumour has it that the one in charge in the now biggest branch in our region, who was recently promoted, was again gonna get promoted to fill the void of one position - So he's current position will be opened. Guess who will be there? My back up 3 years ago. The same person who I am long friends with ever since we worked together, who was a drinking buddy and was really a great advisor. I am very happy. For him. But I can't be happy for me. Every day I fantasize how would I die - but now I truly feel a part of me has already been killed.
I can't feel happy for the success of others while I'm drowning of misery. Fucking pathetic.
