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Concluida, Has publicado ago 19, 2017
Creating an account here reminded me of the time I joined my first job in an esteem automobile industry. New World, New Experience, New Me.
  
  "How did you make it?"
  "They've really lost their mind!"
  "You have entered the wrong place"
  
  ...were the beautiful welcome lines I got to hear the very first day.
  
  My all-time flummoxed face and my minority were bad enough, and they still got another reason to hate me...I was the highest-paid employee.
  
  Patience and hope were my only friends, and initiating any conversation would be met by walk-out. After a reasonable amount of efforts, I even stopped trying. 
  
  "Can you write an email?"
  
  ...was the first sentence I heard after weeks of ignorance from one of my senior colleagues. I got excited as I was just proposed for marriage and agreed immediately. 
  
  Drafting that email selflessly maybe brought some perspective to them, but for me, I was just doing my Job. By the time I pressed "Send", I knew few names of them, I never knew before.
  
  Days passed, more emails, more help, more conversations. It was not that they can't write it themselves. But it was now a custom that whatever 'writing' had to be done, will be done by me. (Coz they knew my passion for it)
  
  Today, I am one of the most loved employees in my company. Not because I am good at writing, but because they had a very negative and false image of me in their mind, which eventually changed.
  
  Time is the ultimate medicine for mental healing.
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