Got through a challenging shift with flying colours - whilst fasting. Felt completely under control, even when I wanted to chop off the head of my lazy coworkers… felt abandoned by the lack of support from my boss following a few serious incidents. However now I don’t give a fuck.
“fuck the lot of yous, I’ll do this job myself”.
Lazy coworkers sit next to me satisfied with doing the bare minimum. I’m not. I bust my ass. I want to earn my money. I don’t want mediocrity, I want excellence. Perhaps that’s Emperor teaching me to stand on my own two feet.
I also clapped back at a grimy customer who called me the P-word. For far too long others have got away with blatant disrespect and I kept quiet. Not any more. To be angry over being disrespected is liberating.
I control my world.