Two months out, and the air is finally clear
It’s been about two months since I finally walked away from that job. To be honest, I had reached my absolute limit. I was teetering on the edge of burnout, and I knew if I didn't leave, I’d lose more than just my professional drive; I’d lose my mental health. The hardest part wasn't the work itself, but the isolation. It was supposed to be a team environment, but I was constantly left to fend for myself. And then there was my "Senior." When I first started, I was actually excited. He had 25 years of experience; I was the newcomer. I thought, "This is perfect, I can learn everything from him". One of the first things he ever told me was, "I’m not your tutor, and I don't want to be". That set the tone for the next two and a half years. It was a constant cycle of being undermined. If you didn't follow his lead perfectly, even without guidance, he was ready to badmouth you. There was no help, no constructive feedback, just sterile comments and...
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