Right. So, it finally has to come to this.
The higher you are, the harder you fall. That is when your good deeds go unnoticed as they become one with the air, and your flaws hung out to dry like dirty laundry on a sunny day.
It has taken this long to make me shed tears of frustration and entertain thoughts of throwing in the towel.
Well. There always has to be a first time, eh?
The work gets done – right and on time – and the customers are happy. But know that this is not enough, for next up on the agenda is a fake big grin, red clown boots, and plenty of pretentious conversations.
I have always been fine where I am. Until today, that is, when I am told to be a stranger to myself. They call this self-development; I call it suicide.
Expectations will always be the death of me.