Oh Angel, and while all this was (is?) going on, you thought of replying to my post? *kisses your feet in amazement*
You're right, it looks like pretty, smelly, hot shit all round (*forgive my French*, as English people say...).
Hon, if I am allowed to give you a soft, non-pushing piece of advice: don't worry about running away from difficulties or anything like that. Lift your lovely long skirt and... FLEE :)
I attended an MBA years ago (which I got, don't know how *g*) and the atmosphere; the working pace (and it was just a course); the importance (what?) given to people and the human side of things (equal to nothing, a bit like in your office); the 'produce, produce, always (and only) produce' philosophy (just the same); the general stink of money everywhere. Not only the daily life in the place, but the very values those people stood for made me sick. I was doing that course 'cos I thought it could help me get a job (which, in the south of Italy, is like finding water in the desert) and it did, but towards the end of it I was so low, so unsettled, so depressed and my self-confidence was so non-existing, that my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder had a feast on me and I had (THANK GOD) to go to a psychiatrist (Ermanno), who, not only help me get through those few months, but changed my life around completely. He is still the best thing EVER in my life.
So, it turned out well in the end, but if I think back to those months, to that feeling of non-belonging (at all!!) and of beeing looked at as if I were some sort of thick, weird odd-kinda-person, my guts feeling (as you know, always the part of you to listen too, since it's the expression of your subconscious, or so I was told... *g*) is to recommend you that you don't feel leaving this place as giving up or as a failure, but as a statement, an empowering action, a way of shouting who you are and what you stand for, which is just (God bless *g*) not the same as what they stand for. Be proud of it!
I told you when you got this job that I was proud of you and that I thought you could be good at it and do it well. I don't take back my high opinion of you. Quite the opposite. I KNOW that you can do well in a demanding job (and you will see it clearly when you start a job that really suits you [there are, Honey, there are, I promise you, and better ones :)]), and I actually believe that your negative reaction to this office and to these people shows how highly worth you are.
We can come back to all this whenever you like, I need to run out of the office right now and meet my consellor (oh, happy times *g*). I hope this helps a little bit (don't worry about the future: something better, much better will come up).
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Date: 2006-09-07 10:47 am (UTC)and while all this was (is?) going on, you thought of replying to my post? *kisses your feet in amazement*
You're right, it looks like pretty, smelly, hot shit all round (*forgive my French*, as English people say...).
Hon, if I am allowed to give you a soft, non-pushing piece of advice: don't worry about running away from difficulties or anything like that. Lift your lovely long skirt and... FLEE :)
I attended an MBA years ago (which I got, don't know how *g*) and the atmosphere; the working pace (and it was just a course); the importance (what?) given to people and the human side of things (equal to nothing, a bit like in your office); the 'produce, produce, always (and only) produce' philosophy (just the same); the general stink of money everywhere. Not only the daily life in the place, but the very values those people stood for made me sick. I was doing that course 'cos I thought it could help me get a job (which, in the south of Italy, is like finding water in the desert) and it did, but towards the end of it I was so low, so unsettled, so depressed and my self-confidence was so non-existing, that my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder had a feast on me and I had (THANK GOD) to go to a psychiatrist (Ermanno), who, not only help me get through those few months, but changed my life around completely. He is still the best thing EVER in my life.
So, it turned out well in the end, but if I think back to those months, to that feeling of non-belonging (at all!!) and of beeing looked at as if I were some sort of thick, weird odd-kinda-person, my guts feeling (as you know, always the part of you to listen too, since it's the expression of your subconscious, or so I was told... *g*) is to recommend you that you don't feel leaving this place as giving up or as a failure, but as a statement, an empowering action, a way of shouting who you are and what you stand for, which is just (God bless *g*) not the same as what they stand for. Be proud of it!
I told you when you got this job that I was proud of you and that I thought you could be good at it and do it well. I don't take back my high opinion of you. Quite the opposite. I KNOW that you can do well in a demanding job (and you will see it clearly when you start a job that really suits you [there are, Honey, there are, I promise you, and better ones :)]), and I actually believe that your negative reaction to this office and to these people shows how highly worth you are.
We can come back to all this whenever you like, I need to run out of the office right now and meet my consellor (oh, happy times *g*). I hope this helps a little bit (don't worry about the future: something better, much better will come up).
Love,
xxxS.