Deta97
Suicidal Alchemist and Dreamer
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- May 31, 2021
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During my workshift, I was just standing there alone, with nothing to do but dwell on my thoughts as coworkers chat with each other all around me, and as time passed, I felt an emotion welling up inside of me, the rage, the hatred… I was waiting for someone to look at me the wrong way, so I can just walk up to the newspaper stand, grab the bunch of newspaper, roll them up into a Millwall brick, and bludgeon them to an inch of their life. I know I was confused, I didn’t want to become hateful, but it felt like it was inevitable. My voice took on a melancholic and dark tone as I talk to customers with the alcohol sales, the obvious sign I was imminently going to snap. I was called up to the front desk, and pretty much spent some time in the cash office, alone… no distractions. The hatred faded away, but the pain was still there. As it grew worse, the tears formed and run out of my eyes. I cried, without a sound… It was a cathartic feeling. I’m not sure how long I can cope with this, to persevere in my job. I feel like I’m going to fail. I’ll soon get fired, because I’m becoming increasingly unproductive, and a nuisance, and probably sexist. My time is running short, I knew I wasn’t cut out for work, but I have to in order to survive and not get evicted.
I know my kind direct supervisor told me to not throw in the towel, but… I don’t know how much longer I can manage it.
I know my kind direct supervisor told me to not throw in the towel, but… I don’t know how much longer I can manage it.
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