I'm a fighter. When I get up in the morning, I fight my urge to skip school. If a friend is slipping away, I'll fight to keep them in my life. Those times when a goal seems impossible, I enjoy the challenge of fighting to make it possible. When I find my relationship with Jesus slacking, I feel an urge to get it back to where it was.
Today I was yelled at by my boss. To be fair, I did deserve to be talked to, but I by no means deserved what I received. I've dealt with some pretty harsh people, but this man takes the cake. It baffles me how he expects to keep his company running when he treats his employees like automatons who must do his bidding. And all of us feel that way. Tonight when I was being yelled at, I had to resist the urge to fight it. That went against every inkling in my body but I did it. I apologized, walked out shaking, and ran to my car where I burst into tears. I didn't stop shaking for almost 2 hours. I'll fight to stay in a job and find the good in it, but there's a point where fighting just isn't right anymore. I think I've reached that limit.
I'm a fighter. I'll fight to get a good job where I can be respected and treated as a human being. Perhaps some day I'll find that job.