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I was demotivated, 3 months at work.


It feels like all the people there are expecting a lot since my so-called grandma helped me to get the job, like they said.


It really infuriates me that they think I got the job because of "grandma" and not because I'm eligible and I passed the examination and interview of the company.


It added to my frustrations that I heard my superior and her friend talking about me while I was at the pantry having lunch.


My superior asked how I am doing at work and her friend told her na ang hirap ko daw turuan. Paulit-ulit na lang daw ako sa mga mistakes ko sa cheques.


I admit that it was really hard for me, at first, since I did not want the job in the first place.


But the thing is, when someone looks down on me, that's the time I get motivated to work. It became my goal that before she leaves the company, she submitted her resignation before the year ends, I will make sure that she will eat her words against me.


And I did.


But, that's when the manager of the bank started her vicious plan against me.


I accepted the fact that it was my fault that I told my mom what is happening to me at work. I learned that she's been messaging the bank manager regarding my concerns at work. It feels like I'm back to being a kid where my mom goes to my school and complains about the kids who bullies me to the principal.


What can I do? I am sad. I feel like I am all alone. For almost every day, while going to work, I wanted to cry my eyes out.


I wanted to stop going to work.


I stopped being strong years after I graduated but I did not stop being resilient. I should have at least stayed at the company for a year. If I did not, I'm the one who's going to pay them for all the expenses they spent during my training at the head office.


I applaud all the people I left in the job. And I am kind of jealous because they can endure those situations they are experiencing. It feels like I'm not doing or exerting more effort on what I do.


It started right after my six months at work.

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