That was the worst 4 weeks of my working life. And I come from hospitality hey. I've literally had assortment of crockery and cooking implements thrown at me, I've been kicked l, sexually harassed you name it... But this? I've never cried every lunchbreak and on my way home every day.
It almost broke me.
After the absolutely horrendous year I've had I really thought this was a dream opportunity. The job I'd been waiting for my whole life. Great salary. Great people (so I thought) and 5 minutes away from home. Our dreams were at the tips of our fingers.
BUT running over red flags and pretending they don't exist because you're so desperate for the dream to be real does not make it so.
Today I was granted freedom. I fought for it. And I'm proud. But I'm also very... Very tired.
On my way home I had an enoumous big cry while listening to Simon and Garfunkle's "Bridge over troubled water" while parked in this spot just after my meeting this morning. As I was sitting there, I spotted an elderly couple walking together and tending to wildlife on the vlei. Made me realize what really matters and what I really want out of life.
No job is worth your soul.
Also, who tells their staff not to sing along to the radio?
Wtf man. You don't know who I am, but I fucking do❤️
Thank you to everyone who showed up and gave me words of encouragement. I reread them all this morning. It made all the difference in the world 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
