Got off days seems like no off day. I dragged myself to work with my pumps rubbing against my blisters. Ouch~ Sometimes just don’t feel like going there to work and hope to change environment, but somehow my instinct kept asking me not to leave.
Hell, why am I so kind to this company? Can I be an evil person instead? A thousand per month and need to work on Saturdays, come to think of it, it’s not worth my time. Trainings are already so rare to squeeze in and now they want to increase our working hours.
After I went through a tremendous mood swings and changed in some of my views, I saw through a lot of pretenders, shammers and fuck! Most of them are wearing masks!!! So what if your masks are “beautiful made in” US, Italy, Japan, or UK, when you are actually a human like all of us? Wear that mask for what? Your true identity will still be revealed.
These masks wearers can force or influence others to be like them. After falling into that trap, I will not allow myself to fall again. Fucking obnoxious, and whenever I think back, those memories will cause migraine at first, and it was those extreme ones. Hell, why…
They can make several spurious claims and make you think that they are true. All the claims are so fake and seem beautiful. Really, they are so shrewd that you are already down into the traps. Complaining about others setting traps when you are the first one who set a gigantic traps?
All these incidents are so odious and sometimes, I was afraid that I might cause harms to others so, I won’t hide myself anymore (I have been reminding myself ever after I left the previous company). I am me! Listen all those fuckers who enjoy destroying humanity, you are not allowed to change me.
So why did I wear a mask for the past few months? Imagine, being criticize about your character repetitively and every day. Imagine, being criticize about your looks almost everyday. I ask you, can you take it? If you don’t like my way of working, just tell me your ideal ways of doing things, and I will take your ideas if they are better than mine.
Not just tell me that I am too slow, clumsy, and untidy.
I have the right to complain about my bad experiences, because only by doing this I won’t feel being bottled up. You will be forgiven (not by me), if you are guilty of all your acts. Holding your pride high up makes no sense. You will only be a fool in the end, because when your pride is high up, your masks will finally dropped deep into the ground and decomposed speedily. Even if you wear a new mask, your true identity will still be carved on the memories of many people, like a carved stone.
Bad memories... hope they will drift away completely and let the bad feelings all disappear out into the horizons.
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