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There was a period in my life where I moved from one part-time job in the west to another in the central area — and the experiences couldn’t have been more different. In the west, I had been working for five years when everything started to take a toll. The environment itself was already heavy — I often felt like I was being watched, talked about, and subtly targeted. But what really made it worse was a former staff — the aunt — who had been working there for only about three months and was struggling to perform. The bosses expected her to be hands-on quickly, but the environment was toxic. Some staff were instigating, gossiping, and creating unnecessary tension, and unfortunately, the bosses would listen to them. At one point, the boss asked me directly in a private session for my opinion. I responded carefully and diplomatically, suggesting they give her more time to adjust and improve. I genuinely hoped she would succeed. But in the end, they couldn’t wait, and she was let go. I was only assisting in guiding and teaching her when needed, yet she started directing her frustration at me. The unnecessary pressure she put on me affected me more than I realized, impacting my health and well-being. Then, suddenly, someone new came in. From the start, something felt off. The resemblance, the mannerisms, the way she carried herself — my instincts told me there was a connection. It didn’t take long for me to piece it together that she was related to that former staff. I confronted her during lunch, and her reaction said it all — guilty and caught off guard. I made it clear: I had nothing to do with her aunt’s dismissal. The whole situation was unnecessary and very uncomfortable. Eventually, I was let go, despite my dedication over five years, due to circumstances beyond my control. Being dismissed like that was hard to accept. Then I moved on to a role in the central area. The aura was completely different — the employees were generally more welcoming and helpful. But I carried some trauma from my previous workplace, and I had to really push myself to be brave and start again. However, the challenges came in another form. Most of the communication was done via Teams. Imagine being just a few desks away from someone, yet still having to communicate through messages. Only about 10% of the training was face-to-face, while the remaining 90% was done via Teams. There were many loopholes, and while my senior could instruct, there was very little proper guidance — it felt half-hearted. There was also a lack of proper communication. I wouldn’t be informed upfront if she was working from home, on annual leave, or on MC. WFH, I could understand. But AL and MC happening on a weekly basis — and I’m not even exaggerating — was something else. Weekly basis. And despite that, management didn’t seem to address it. I was left to figure things out on my own, carrying responsibilities as if I had been there for a year, when in reality, I had just started. Within a week, I could already see the pattern. Thankfully, my reporting manager eventually stepped in and came to the rescue. When she guided me, things finally made sense — clear, structured, and supportive. It showed me the difference between someone who simply instructs, and someone who genuinely guides. And honestly, the irony still hits me. In one place, I lost my job because of circumstances beyond my control. In another, frequent absences went unquestioned — and I was the one left picking up everything. In the end, I chose to resign. Not because I couldn’t cope with the work, but because I couldn’t keep carrying what wasn’t mine. To both of those idiots who played with my ricebowl: the world is round, and so is karma. What goes around, comes around. I hope wherever you go, you never have peace knowing what you did to another innocent person. Learn to take accountability. That phase taught me something important — sometimes it’s not about how strong you are, but about knowing when to walk away and protect your peace.