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When You Make a Break From the Machine of Misery
When I realized my dream job, had actually turned into a loathsome relationship, that I didn’t know how to break up with. That’s when my eyes were finally opened.
Not just to the Machine I worked for. But for the world around me. Because what I was dealing with wasn’t unique or special to me. It happens every day to countless others.
When I first got the call that I was being offered a position at a major newspaper, I almost screamed into the phone. At the time I had another offer from an up-and-coming company that was offering more money. But it wasn’t . . . the News.
So I took the job and gave my heart and soul to it every day. Well, for the first year, then I finally realized that the more I tried, the more backlash I brought down on myself. I still did my best, but I no longer let it control my emotions when I was dumped on.
Some of it was I had been hired by a manager, that my new manager hated. And some of it was I had a vagina, I was a female in a male-centered arena. Behind my back, I overheard more than one person call me “the girl” when referring to my work.
But most of it was, I didn’t give a shit why they hated me, I just wanted to do my job, and do it well. They hated that I didn’t need something that they could dangle over my head.
