stork_error
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I have such a hostile work environment. I could go on and on telling you all about the nasty things I have to experience on a day to day basis but its all just fluffing drama to me. Saddens me though and causes me to feel angry, sad, hopeless and lost. I really feel that I'm a kind happy person until i go to work and then i feel the weight of the acute misery of the people in my workplace and they depress the honeysuckle out of me.
I wish I could find another job that pays as well, and get the hell out, but the truth is that I am trapped by my finances. Im struggling so hard, every day is a nightmare.
They remind me that I'm not a depressed person by nature but they truly suck the life out of me. if it wasn't illegal to punch a few of them in the head, i absolutely would.
They are so good at being the corporate jackasses, and so full of honeysuckle they really are.
My job has fed me and kept me alive and at the same time also ruined my health, my state of inner peace, and my perception of humanity. The worst thing it has done is that its ruined my dreams. I cant self actualize because I'm fighting a current that is like a ravaging cancer.
I cant imagine how it feels to be so **** purposefully mean and negative to others and so self absorbed and sneaky and manipulative and god its awful. And no, not everyone is like that, some are " ok" and i use the word ok because its the most amicable i can feel towards them.They are miserable too, but just not hostile like the few that make my life a living hell.
What a toxic workplace I have… which also provides me with a decent home and car, clothes on my back and food on my table.
We have one life here on earth and mine is miserable because of my work environment, it's so sad.
im the hamster running on the wheel, i get why people commit suicide, and no im not suicidal, but i get the feeling of absolute emptiness, meaninglessness, and i question, why do i go to work everyday and be unhappy just so that i can make enough money to continue going to work and being unhappy. This is not life. I just wish to live, really live, and enjoy life and be happy. And I'm the hamster, panicking, running on the wheel, sick inside and dying alive.
I wish for a true prince charming to come rescue me, but I know that such a thing is just a mad fantasy. I want off the hamster wheel, before i have a heart attack. My heart is so broken and the stress is so enormous, I'm sure its just a matter of time. I want to live life so awesomely, but like this, i really just want to die. Maybe its a sign of the times.
Inside I'm dead already.
I wish I could find another job that pays as well, and get the hell out, but the truth is that I am trapped by my finances. Im struggling so hard, every day is a nightmare.
They remind me that I'm not a depressed person by nature but they truly suck the life out of me. if it wasn't illegal to punch a few of them in the head, i absolutely would.
They are so good at being the corporate jackasses, and so full of honeysuckle they really are.
My job has fed me and kept me alive and at the same time also ruined my health, my state of inner peace, and my perception of humanity. The worst thing it has done is that its ruined my dreams. I cant self actualize because I'm fighting a current that is like a ravaging cancer.
I cant imagine how it feels to be so **** purposefully mean and negative to others and so self absorbed and sneaky and manipulative and god its awful. And no, not everyone is like that, some are " ok" and i use the word ok because its the most amicable i can feel towards them.They are miserable too, but just not hostile like the few that make my life a living hell.
What a toxic workplace I have… which also provides me with a decent home and car, clothes on my back and food on my table.
We have one life here on earth and mine is miserable because of my work environment, it's so sad.
im the hamster running on the wheel, i get why people commit suicide, and no im not suicidal, but i get the feeling of absolute emptiness, meaninglessness, and i question, why do i go to work everyday and be unhappy just so that i can make enough money to continue going to work and being unhappy. This is not life. I just wish to live, really live, and enjoy life and be happy. And I'm the hamster, panicking, running on the wheel, sick inside and dying alive.
I wish for a true prince charming to come rescue me, but I know that such a thing is just a mad fantasy. I want off the hamster wheel, before i have a heart attack. My heart is so broken and the stress is so enormous, I'm sure its just a matter of time. I want to live life so awesomely, but like this, i really just want to die. Maybe its a sign of the times.
Inside I'm dead already.