I don’t even know why I’m in this meeting. I’m the only one here from my department! I don’t want to play your stupid games or fill out your sticky notes with answers to your stupid questions.
The woman I rode with is in their department and did her training with most of the people. She’s kissing babies and having a good old time. I don’t care about your kid! I’ll never see you again if I quit. Stop trying to make me bond! These people wouldn’t give two flips about me if I died right now. You’re just a number on the payroll. I’m ok with that now.
I don’t trust you and I don’t wanna bond with you.
This is hell for me. Pure hell!
03/04/2026 in 2026:Life After The Stroke
Revised: 03/06/2026 9:31 p.m.
- March 4, 2026, 6 a.m.
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