We just wrapped up a fest and woah was it a whirlwind. I’ve never in my life been set up to fail, and it doesn’t feel good. I don’t mean unintentionally. I mean mean spirited “I’m going to act like im in highschool and teach you a lesson” bullshit.
Now, I’m not going to say I performed perfectly or even close to perfect but damn I worked harder than I’ve ever worked in my life. I pulled 3 – 22 hour days in a row and 19 hour days in the three days leading up to that. I didn’t take time to eat, or stay hydrated… How could I when shit was hitting the fan? I love my job and I love the people but never in my life would I have thought two that I trusted the most would turn on me. When I say turn on me, I’m talking they stole things out of my office to make me look bad (but they were safe the whole time) they added a ridiculous amount of additional work on to my plate and didn’t care about the outcome.
I was yelled at for telling our owner the truth… As if I would ever sacrifice my integrity and lie to him about something so small when I could just fix it. I picked up cigarette buts off the parking lot ground until 4am and didn’t even think to complain because the owner was out there too and teams stick together.
I love the company I work for but I can’t and won’t allow myself to be lied to and screwed over. So until I figure out my next step I’ll wait and see what happens on their end. All I can do now is pray and hope for the best.
Confessions of a Twenty Something 