ixkitty
Let me be Selfish, just this once.
- Aug 15, 2020
- 356
My manager told me I'm not carrying my weight. As a Rural Carrier of the post office, I barely ask for help since thr last instance they told me I should just do it and stop expecting help (which I never did). So I've been pulling 13-15 hour days because I stopped asking for help. Now all the others are gone home and enjoying their time, they worked together to get out.. leaving me out there. And now I needed help once since my hiring and I'm not carrying my weight. I broke yesterday.
I Had a mental break down in the bathroom and cried for a good bit. I was the first one to leave the office but still the last one back.. I can't work when people blantly don't like me like that.. my mom says "oh they're jealous" of what though? I suck at the job I'm doing. I've sucked at all the other jobs I've tired.. like what is there to be jealous about.. I keep telling myself I'm too nice for this world.. because I'm ALWAYS getting knocked over by someone and I have yet found the voice to speak up..
I've been told by friends and family that "this world needs someone nice" or "the world needs a good heart like you" but at what cost? Me? Does my pain not matter in this equation? If the world needs someone loke me, wouldn't you protect it like a treasure? Or am I a semi antique thing to be put away in the closet until it's time to show off..
I live with so much fear that I desperately need something to lower my inhibitions so I can finally make that last step. I fear otherwise I will just end up in the mental hospital due to ... "going postal" as they would put it..
I Had a mental break down in the bathroom and cried for a good bit. I was the first one to leave the office but still the last one back.. I can't work when people blantly don't like me like that.. my mom says "oh they're jealous" of what though? I suck at the job I'm doing. I've sucked at all the other jobs I've tired.. like what is there to be jealous about.. I keep telling myself I'm too nice for this world.. because I'm ALWAYS getting knocked over by someone and I have yet found the voice to speak up..
I've been told by friends and family that "this world needs someone nice" or "the world needs a good heart like you" but at what cost? Me? Does my pain not matter in this equation? If the world needs someone loke me, wouldn't you protect it like a treasure? Or am I a semi antique thing to be put away in the closet until it's time to show off..
I live with so much fear that I desperately need something to lower my inhibitions so I can finally make that last step. I fear otherwise I will just end up in the mental hospital due to ... "going postal" as they would put it..