Pieces
My last day on the job was October 13, 2014. And there are days when I feel like I'm still picking up the pieces. Have you ever worked somewhere that was run by a bunch of hypocrites? Crisp business suits. Specific job descriptions. And the inability to sincerely thank those making them look good. You are never good enough. And you are told so every time you don't meet their unrealistic expectations. And to make it even better , you work for the church. It will destroy you, from the inside out. Each little word. Each little reminder that you aren't good enough. Each tiny mistake enlarged for all to see. And you try. You try so hard not to let it get to you. You try to have that "tougher shell" that those who inflict the pain insist you need to have to survive. Except it doesn't work. Because you are a sponge. You take in your surroundings. You put your heart and soul into what you create. So when your superiors find fault with your work —it hurt