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And if this is how senior managers choose to speak to rank‑and‑file staff like me, then fine. I’ll still stand with what’s right. I’ll still think before implementing anything. Following the correct process doesn’t make anyone less; if anything, it shows character.

Most of the time, I’m the quiet one. Afraid to talk, because they’ve already built their bond… and they’re all gentlemen. When the party started, I found myself at a table I didn’t expect… with the sales team. My co-workers for almost two years now, the people I interact with every single day. And suddenly, it hit me: when you’re surrounded by truly mature souls, you just blend.

No fake smiles. No entitled personalities. Just pure, genuine happiness. Conversations that flow. Jokes that land. Laughter that feels like home.

But then there’s this part of me that remembers all the extra work I used to do — the enhancements, the fixes, the tasks that weren’t even mine. I did all that for free. No pay. Just “thank you” and “good job,” which honestly doesn’t mean much when you know you deserved more.

And sure, I eventually got paid for some of it… but what about all the days last year when I wasn’t? No explanation. No valid reason why I wasn’t eligible. Nothing. I just let it pass.