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9.14.2005 ||> Burnt to the core but not broken
The other day, stuff went down at work and although I made more money (for myself and the company) that pay period than any other, I was "moved into another department." A department where they didn't exactly cut my pay, but still showed how little they appreciate me. And while I have been looking for something else for awhile now, here's the thing: it doesn't matter.
At my last job, the main worry was, "Are we making a difference?" Some, of course, said 'no' while the majority of us said 'yes'. The difference here is that it's not even a question. Nothing I'm doing now matters, except to make money for my already rich boss. To fill already stuffed pockets. It would be different if I was happy with this or having fun, but I'm clearly not.
Two years ago, I was a functioning part of society. I was helping to save the world, or at least make my piece a better place. Even at my lowest point (and boy, was that low), I knew what I was doing was good and right. Now I'm no more important than dust motes floating in space. But I will come together, and those dust motes will once again form a star.
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