I lost my job on Saturday. I did not expect it. I had been having some health issues, which had some impact on things in my work environment. My supervisor had come to me on a few occasions and mentioned the issues that she was hearing about. My supervisor treated me like a problem and not as a person. I was only at this job for almost eight months. I was always respectful, even the times she did not respect my time, my life outside of the job, or me overall. I was good at my job. I was friendly to everyone I came in contact with. I always did my best at being kind and honest.
I won’t mention everything that happened because, at this point, it does not change anything. I am glad that I am no longer in a work environment with a supervisor who has conversations with me in the middle of places where other people can overhear things that I felt uncomfortable talking about in those situations, who belittles me and corners me into having a conversation with her and tells me that I am either fired or I put in my resignation. I will admit…I am not fully proud of how I handled our last conversation, but I did not deserve how I was treated. Her final straw was that she found out that I blocked her number due to her not respecting the boundaries that I had told her about. She had mentioned in monthly meetings that she was okay with people sending her emails or messaging on the company’s preferred app. I could point the finger at her and let anger brew within me, but I will not do that.
I am hurt. I feel “less than.” I am afraid that my depression will come back in full force. I hate crying every single day. I just hate this feeling.