Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Reputation p.2

Took me some time to post part two, but hey., ya know LIFE. Always getting in the way of my creativity.

Empathy. That's all I'm asking for. No pity. Just a little understanding of what it's like to have your reputation in the hands of others. The other day a gave a little slice of Taylor's story. Now here is mine. 

I work hard.This is a character trait I'm so thankful my parents instilled in me. Work hard, play hard- life motto right there. If I have a job I like to do it right, and it is as simple as that. Don't believe me? Ask my bosses.

A couple years ago all that credibility was snatched out of my hands before I could even process what was going on. I busted my butt doing a job that wasn't my number one passion, but something I enjoyed, cared about, and took pride in.

Rumors. Speculation. Assumptions. That was all the accusation was based on. I was told, "Your peers have been saying..." THEY were saying. Not me. I lost complete trust in colleagues and people I thought were my friends. Without even getting the opportunity to properly explain my side of the story, the verdict was in, and I was shamed on the grounds of gossip.

Look what you made me do. 

All that hard work was gone, and told it "No longer mattered." I was shocked. I felt used. Taken for granted. Ashamed. My well-established reputation vanished. I can hear the words as clear as day: "If I am ever called and asked about for future employment or character reference, I will have to state, 'I'm sorry, but I cannot say anything positive about this individual. I had a poor incident with her. Then will simply hang up. Oh and by the way, you have mascara running down your face. Please clean take care of that before leaving this room."

Really? The fact that I was balling my eyes out meant nothing, and this person was more concerned about what I looked like so others wouldn't know what just happened.  I sprinted to the room of my best confidant whom truly knows and understands me. After about an hour of crying, I was consoled and told, "Nothing will ever change my opinion of you. You are a genuine and diligent human being, and I will never have anything bad to say about you. You can't let them take that away from you." Of course this made me cry more, but the words did reach me. I worked with him for four years so he wouldn't lie to me .

The anger didn't instantly disappear, but it did over time. I took those negative words and turned them them around. I am not a bad person, and I will not let anyone take my pride away. Words of others don't define you- especially if they are negative. They make you stronger and thicken your skin. I may not have written a song to show the world that I no longer care, but I did write about it. It maybe small, but still a victory in my eyes.

Til next time,


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