I tried to rest this weekend and make myself productive but I ended up listening to old music and lying on my bed all weekend. I can't bear this heavy feeling I've had all week. The burden of seeing injustice and this obligatory task for me to demand fairness. I went out for coffee and appreciate art but still spaced out.
I need to bring up that my team is undercompensated and seeing that we also face clients day in and out, salaries must be aligned to the right standards. I feel uncomfortable writing about it but I hope to find time to bring it up. My conscience is going back and forth on the consequences of this action. How my boss and his boss will react to it will of course define how I see This company and if there is a future here.
In other circumstances, I also feel like escaping again. My parents bringing up when will I get married because I need somebody. How could they do this, how could they put me in a box and define me as somebody who is incomplete? I am not going to depend my life and wait for my future to happen with somebody. They make me feel that marriage is the end goal but I see married couples fight all the time. It doesn't make sense.
