Welcome (back) to the hell
Back in the shop from hell (for one week only, before the big transfer). It reminds me why I am running away from this utter mind fuck of a hellhole. Impatient, taunting, angry, racists now taunt me from the entrance. The boss is an ungrateful [-----] who makes you feel like shit for even asking her a query. Colleagues couldn’t care less. The whole place is toxic. I’ve tried appealing to everybody involved, catering to their needs, but them ignoring mine, but I can only change me and where I work. At times I feel like I’m in Clockwork Orange being mentally tortured and close to have a mental breakdown.
As drastic as running away with a backpack to another city is, it’s infinitely better than losing my sanity. I can add contributing my little wage packet to family to this impossible situation. I am trapped, I have no peace, drained of all remaining energy and I am done (Having my mother stare at me through a crack in the door is some weird stalker shit too.)
Desperate times and desperate measures.