THE TRIGGER . . .
I was working in fashion. With 10yrs of ups and downs I finally found a job I loved. After years of dreaming of living with my best friend I actually did. My social life was good– though this was something I always struggled with. Things were better than ever.
Then I got a new boss and things went rapidly downhill. She picked at everything I did, changed my job, taking away everything I had loved. My self-esteem was lower than ever but she made this worse, making me feel more and more useless.
I never cried and would never dream to cry at work, but as things got worse I could not stop. Everyday I would dread work. Crying all the way down the never-ending escalator at Islington. On the tube I would not be able to breath, and on the walk to the office from the tube station my stomach would be in knots. This was before I even arrived. At work I would cry in the stationery cupboard, bathroom or anywhere where no-one would know, but as time went on I didn’t care who saw. it was unbearable.
After 6 months of trying I realised I had no choice but leave. In the meeting with HR I was crying and shaking. They could not believe what had been happening.
Leaving the company and ‘family’ I loved feeling my boss had won was the worst. But my last day came and I must have cried a river. The biggest kick in the face was the fact my boss did not even say goodbye – this confirmed I had definitely made the right decision. Whilst feeling totally devastated I also felt the biggest relief – things were finally going to get better.
Or were they....