With enthusiasm that was still fresh on campus, I seamlessly stepped into the mainstream of society, hoping to break out of the corner where I could settle down with my sincerity. The expectations of my first job were quickly crushed by reality - the blueprint drawn by my boss always evaporated at my fingertips, and the promised growth path never materialized; there were small whispers hidden behind the workstation, and the submitted plan would be quietly changed without my signature; when something went wrong, the supervisor would always downplay the responsibility and put it on my shoulders, leaving me to deal with doubts alone in the conference room. Those grievances reviewed late at night and the tears held back while working overtime finally became unbearable one evening after get off work. The fingertips holding the resignation application turned white. When I turned around, my tears fell on the steps of the office building, with an unspoken reluctance to say goodbye.
I thought I could find stability by changing my job, but I encountered even harsher treatment: the lights in the office were always on until midnight, and I didn't dare to stop typing on the keyboard until my fingertips became numb. My mother was sick and wanted to take time off to accompany her to the doctor, but all she got was a cold reply: "Don't ask for a vacation until the project is completed." The next day, I quietly left with my heart full of exhaustion.
In the days that followed, as I moved around in different workplaces, I saw a lot of false flattery and deliberate alienation. I experienced the hunger and cold of working overtime until early in the morning, and the silence after being robbed of my credit. I slowly smoothed the initial edges and corners, and swallowed the unsaid grievances into a habit. Those sighs hidden in the pile of documents and the lonely lamp in the rental house late at night gradually accumulated into the fog in my heart that could not be cleared away. I once thought I could withstand all the storms, but I didn't expect that the coldness accumulated in years of ups and downs in the workplace would eventually crush the heart that was once full of expectations, and it would end in a gloomy ending, leaving only a sigh of regret for the "ideal workplace".
