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Dear Work, Why Won’t You Love Me Back?
My love letter to my work
Dear Work,
I never knew you were my dream come true until I landed my first job in the industry that seemed impossible to penetrate. It was truly love at first sight. I did not expect, however, that you would also be my biggest heartbreak.
When I first entered college, I was able to pursue a degree that I really loved. Despite facing ridiculing comments, despite seniors encouraging me to give up while I could because it was a male-dominated program, the few of us girls who had been described as “too loud-spoken” did not bail. Others said that the degree would not be of use when finding a “real job”, and that I should pursue a practical degree so as to not be a burden to my parents. Despite everything, I pushed all those comments aside and “recklessly” continued on pursuing my passion, as some people would put it. I decided believe in myself.
After 16 years of formal education and 2 short job stints, finally, I met you. You were too good to be true, but it felt like I finally found my calling.
I became emotionally invested in all the tasks I was assigned. After all this time waiting for you, how could I not? I put in my best effort to make sure projects were completed almost perfectly. I took pride in my job because you gave me…
