I would be a better manager than Jennifer—she’s careless, cold.

Every conscious decision I make is driven by excellence.

Still, they choose her.

Maybe I’m not meant to elevate here.

This job drains me, disturbs my peace.

I give so much and get so little.

Mama said, “Go where you’re appreciated, not tolerated.”

Maybe this is my sign to leave.

To know my worth.

I’ve yet to find my sanctuary.