Needless to say, I dislike my job. My heart’s not in it any longer. I find no joy, just stress and toxicity.
I find myself dreading just the thought of having to go, and I’m completely drained as soon as I step into the door of the building. I’m miserable all throughout the day of being there, and it is only made worse by certain people I work with.
I’ve strived to be the hardest worker and be very organized (beyond my OCD). I am friendly with everyone, even when I don’t want to be. I follow rules and do tasks no matter how inane and tedious they are. Yet it is still not enough.
I am held back from doing so much here. My ideas are stifled and trampled on. I am treated as if I’m stupid. I am quite intelligent and capable of a lot more than just manual labor. There’s no movement for me here; I am stuck.