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scumbunnyI dread going to work everyday. It takes me days to barely mentally prepare to deal with work. I barely skate by during the workday without the ability to think of new innovative ways to do things because I’m just dying to get out. Dying for no one to come in so that I can sit in peace. Wasting time and crippling my body to survive the stress and obnoxiousness of the public. Being put down, belittled, made to feel like an idiot by strangers, my boss, my coworkers. I feel so small and worthless here.
I want to feel fulfilled. I want to feel important. I want to feel valued and like I can offer a new perspective without fighting to have my voice be heard and my presence known.
I’m not meant to be a secretary, a marketing assistant. I’m meant to save the planet, the animals. The things that truly matter. Art exists everywhere. In an art temple, all it brings is posh rudeness or ignorant idiots.
I am truly cynical in this position, I don’t want to be this way— I didn’t decide this. So why am I?
What am I supposed to be doing????
I want to feel fulfilled. I want to feel important. I want to feel valued and like I can offer a new perspective without fighting to have my voice be heard and my presence known.
I’m not meant to be a secretary, a marketing assistant. I’m meant to save the planet, the animals. The things that truly matter. Art exists everywhere. In an art temple, all it brings is posh rudeness or ignorant idiots.
I am truly cynical in this position, I don’t want to be this way— I didn’t decide this. So why am I?
What am I supposed to be doing????
