It’s Year 7 of my employment experience, and it’s changing me.
This year, I allow myself to be dragged down in petty fighting and office politics, even as the relationship that means the most to me explodes like a hamster in a microwave: my girlfriend broke up with me.
Toward the end, certain wrongs get righted while certain rights get wronged, and the only solution seems to be to find a different brown pasture in which to ply my trade.
The blind pursuit of money sometimes makes us crazy. This was the year I temporarily lost my sight.
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