Some days it feels exhausting to be the one who insists on doing things the right way. People misunderstand the intention, twist the message, or assume it’s something personal — when all I really want is alignment with what’s proper, approved, and fair.
And if this is how senior managers choose to speak to rank‑and‑file staff like me, then fine. I’ll still stand with what’s right. I’ll still think before implementing anything. Following the correct process doesn’t make anyone less; if anything, it shows character.
If the sudden shift in attitude is because of a promised promotion, then… good luck to the department. Because management built on ego, pressure, and unconfirmed titles is not the kind of leadership anyone deserves — especially when the behavior already speaks louder than the papers they don’t even have yet.
There is always hope. Hope for a better tomorrow. Hope for feeling less heavy. Hope for sunshine after rain. Hope for getting that new job. Hope for finding someone you love. Hope for healing whatever hurt you. Hope for happiness. Hope for the life you always dreamed about. When everything else fails, there is always hope.
Can I just say, sobrang grateful rin ako sa ate ng partner ko???? Kasi girl, dito ko masasabi na atleast at some point in my life in the past (almost five) years "may ate (siya) si ate (ako)" 🥹
One thing I realized during our company’s team building: I am not the problem. It’s never been about me—it's about how people choose to treat me.
Most of the time, I’m the quiet one. Afraid to talk, because they’ve already built their bond… and they’re all gentlemen. When the party started, I found myself at a table I didn’t expect… with the sales team. My co-workers for almost two years now, the people I interact with every single day. And suddenly, it hit me: when you’re surrounded by truly mature souls, you just blend.
No fake smiles. No entitled personalities. Just pure, genuine happiness. Conversations that flow. Jokes that land. Laughter that feels like home.
Oh, how I love sitting with people like this—where nothing feels forced and everything feels real.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is admit that something hurt you — and then choose to do something about it. I’m learning that advocating for yourself isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just choosing the right person to talk to.
Work has been weird lately. Not bad… just light. For the first time in a long time, I’m not drowning. The marketing team finally has people again, I turned over everything I needed to, and now my workload feels normal. Like, actually normal.
But then there’s this part of me that remembers all the extra work I used to do — the enhancements, the fixes, the tasks that weren’t even mine. I did all that for free. No pay. Just “thank you” and “good job,” which honestly doesn’t mean much when you know you deserved more.
And sure, I eventually got paid for some of it… but what about all the days last year when I wasn’t? No explanation. No valid reason why I wasn’t eligible. Nothing. I just let it pass.
So when a task was given to me again — one that clearly belongs to someone else — I still said okay. Politely. Professionally. Even though I knew I shouldn’t let my boundaries be pushed past that point. I followed the process. I did everything right on my end.
And still… nothing happened to the assistance and guidance I asked for.
No correct output.
No follow‑through.
Just silence and the usual “wala mangyayari kung aantayin.”
Meanwhile, I’ve been sick for a week. Still reporting to work. Still doing my daily tasks. Still pushing myself even when I shouldn’t.
And yet here I am, questioning myself like I did something wrong.
“Am I bad for delaying the task.”
“Am I bad for working at my own pace.”
“Am I bad for not doing someone else’s job.”
But the truth is:
No. I’m not bad.
I’m just tired of being the person who always picks up the slack.
I’m tired of doing things outside my job and not getting paid for it.
I’m tired of being the “reliable one” by default.
I know my job.
I know what I’m paid for.
And I know what I’m not paid for.
So no — I’m not the problem.
I’m just finally choosing myself.
And honestly? That should’ve happened a long time ago.
And just to be clear for the nth time — I’m letting this pass for the last time. But if this happens again, I’ll make sure it’s addressed properly, not verbally… but in writing.
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