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Expectations

I cried at work today.

Its not even myself I work so hard for. Its everyone else. I'm always pushing myself to make everyone else happy or to make their burdens lighter and that's fine, I don't mind but it would be nice to be fully appreciated for the things I do. And when I push myself to the point of breaking it would be nice to not have more and more piled on top of me. Gee, Jennifer sure is good at getting everything done on time and accurately, lets just keep giving her more and more. Well there is a point when I just can't do it anymore. Then I do it anyway and I get even more to do. There's got to be a limit. I just don't know what my limits are yet.

Not to mention that I don't get the credit when I do something right and I always get blamed for stuff that other people do wrong.

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Work is like a parasite, take take take, and never give back.a

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