My life experience (part 1)

As I was growing up i was taught not to lie and steal. My mom told me it takes only one lie or one steal to brand you as a liar and a thief. I was actually brainwashed into believing my life will be surrounded by nice and decent society except for a sarcastic few

Once I left school , which leads me to working in an organization in which i still believe or more like it never cross my mind there will be liars or thieves. I have live peaceful life since childhood, never having to butter coating anyone to have a good day. I live in a a world of culture in which everyone does as they are told , no argument is acceptable , you just do as you are told, simple as that. Never in my mind that i would imagine i will be joining an organization of which i observed everyone is doing their best to please those with higher authority. Why? So that they could work peacefully without getting bullied. I was in awe of what is happening, i was never taught of such acts nor was I ever been exposed to it. So obviously life was hell in there. I was yelled at in public, humiliated, given the type of work no other female workers wished for... Digging for files among big boxes in a suffocating and dusty room. Of coz not to mention i was given only 30 minutes max to locate the file each time. Now they won't want me to take my sweet time and spend half a day in a hot, stuffy, messy room right? My work desk is at the ground floor but the messy stuffy room is at the 3rd floor. In my 4 inches heels I gotta to ran up and down in less than 30 min because the time line given include getting all documents readily type without any mistakes  (by me of course), filed nicely and presenting it to my superiors for signing

I can say I despise my work. If I am on leave no one is required to relieve me. Any requests for documents of such can be delayed till my return. It's never a good sight first thing in the morning after a vacation. 

To think I do not have any stress at work, i happened to be dating a crazy and possesive guy (i was too naive to know he is crazy then) i described him as crazy because I feel he deserved this title. He would check on me. I am not allowed to even have any friend, not even a girl for a friend. I am not allowed to shop with my own money. I am not allowed to follow my family for yearly picnic outings. I can't breathe. I felt so suffocated. At work and with this sort of "bacteria" stuck to me. It was a nightmare my princess like life has turn into a nightmare. A horrible one in which I must learn the best way to survive in a foreign world (to me)