The corporate — a short horror story
...Ever so often you come across a Voldemort in your career, One Who Must Not Be Named . Staring at the computer, suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to leave. Give up the 'career path' that I thought I was destined for. His hand was raised and his eyes had nothing but contempt for my work. His lips dripping with disdain. Anger filled his very being. But why? All for a frivolous mistake on an Excel sheet? That couldn't be it. His actions on that last day left me befuddled and anxious. I wondered — Would he have hit me? Would he dare to? Wiping off an isolated tear that rolled down my cheek, I left. In a corporate organisation, actions like these ensured that you got fired. I knew the manager of the quality department was wrong. He had no right to treat anyone this way. And yet I had let it happen for a grand total of eight months. I was just 22. My confidence was shattered day by day in that organisation. I still stuck around because I'm a fighter, not ...