Having left several months ago, I am still unable to disclose their real identity, or the nature of their business—the consequences would be too severe. It was a company that advertised promise, but was built on lies and false pretense; the details of which would make you sick to your stomach. The environment was frustratingly demoralizing, and often hostile.
I made a lot of enemies doing what I did, and defending it left me alone and paranoid. The only times it made sense was when the people upstairs told me I was their very best, which made all the long hours and sleepless nights seem worth it. The job was dirty, in every sense of the word—and I lost myself, my soul to it. It proved to me how inconsiderate and fickle-minded these corporate hotshots can be. See, they had promised me a promotion, so imagine the look on my face when I woke up one morning only to find out that the two-faced bastards had me replaced.
It was difficult.
It was heartbreaking.
Little did I realize, it was also worth it.
I work for Google Inc. now, and I can feel nothing but this overwhelming sense of gratitude, honesty, and respect. I've never been in the company of such remarkably intelligent grammar Nazis, who are fun, yet full of both warmth and compassion. For the first time in my corporate life, I am understood. People get me. For the first time in a long time, I spend my hours in a place where the words "integrity" and "appreciation" actually mean something. For the first time in ages, I feel like I'm finally part of a team who has my back, who takes care of me, and most significantly, who acknowledges my worth.
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