I switched from academia to industry for the hopes it might be better. I put my soul and energy from 8 to 7 pm like crazy. I felt my soul was taken, there was something thing wrong.
I felt I am in a strange place even though I received praise just to be continue to trade my time and soul.
Although I expressed my desires to leave first time, I was told no because of how good I am as a tool.
The last straw was scolding for a mistake I never did and telling me about weirdly how bosses of the bosses are so important.
Fuck bosses FUCK slavery I was treated if I was a small person although of what I achieved I was valuable as a tool in a machine.
It felt so good have dignity I am free