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I'll paint you a picture of my apartment complex.
Each floor comes with two balconies: one that's lovely, comes with a table and chairs and gorgeous view of the city.
The other is slats of metal and a giant hole where the fire escape ladder begins. A nice view of the giant smoke stack behind our building.
Problem is, they lock the door to the lovely balcony during winter.
And there i am, huddled back against the building, shivering and staring into the window of a neighbor watching television.
And I'm wondering...why am I letting this get to me?
I wanted to be the manager for so long, but now that I am...
This job makes me feel like I'm losing my identity.
Constantly under scrutiny, and my team won't listen to me because I'm so much younger than they are.
I've realized that I hate this company. I hate the company and I hate the people and it's taking me so far away from where I WANT to be in life but it's such a wonderful company...
Ugh. My sense of self is gone.
Each floor comes with two balconies: one that's lovely, comes with a table and chairs and gorgeous view of the city.
The other is slats of metal and a giant hole where the fire escape ladder begins. A nice view of the giant smoke stack behind our building.
Problem is, they lock the door to the lovely balcony during winter.
And there i am, huddled back against the building, shivering and staring into the window of a neighbor watching television.
And I'm wondering...why am I letting this get to me?
I wanted to be the manager for so long, but now that I am...
This job makes me feel like I'm losing my identity.
Constantly under scrutiny, and my team won't listen to me because I'm so much younger than they are.
I've realized that I hate this company. I hate the company and I hate the people and it's taking me so far away from where I WANT to be in life but it's such a wonderful company...
Ugh. My sense of self is gone.