(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
Ministry was my dream company and I loved my job up until last year.
Last year, they abruptly stopped my therapy sessions giving lame reasons because I complained about a shitty therapist who used to fuck me up. The head of the place called me and harassed me again and again.
I was getting nightmares and was feeling suicidal and they kept giving me lame excuses when I literally begged for therapy.
Ministry deducted my leaves without my consent and I had to go on LOP because of the shit I was put through which started because of them.
I didn’t have money for months because I was on LOP and I was mentally fucked because I didn’t have anyone to talk to as well.
I raised a complain against the harassment that happened and they said it is inconclusive and they sent me a warning letter for standing up for myself. They said it is inconclusive because the bloody death eaters made up shit about me to save their asses. Even though everyone knows I speak the truth always, nothing was done to them but warning letter was sent to me. They walk freely when I’m suffering.
I tried reaching out to many leadership at office and begged them to listen and they asked me not to send mails again.
I was harassed continuously by my colleagues because they assumed I’m jealous of them when in reality I don’t even think about them. I mean who even thinks about their colleagues? I was harassed by someone I thought was my friend at office and when I confronted him he gaslighted me.
Later when I was listening to a training video I was taunted indirectly in it and had to go on leave for 1 week.
I’ve had so many shitty experiences that now I don’t give a fuck.
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If you think your job is shitty because you wait tables? Please think again.
I’m losing my self respect and continuing to work here because of money.
Yes, we are all just working for money at the end of the day. So don’t really feel shitty about what you do. It’s really okay.
If you feel you are not treated right just raise your voice.
rachana rajan <3 