The company I work for is the embodiment of a curse, filled with chaos, and calamity starting with my interviews. I remember on the day of my final interview and offer, the United States Capitol was attacked by Trump supporters. That moment should have been a clear sign of the trouble ahead.
On my first day of work, my father died. The two-months of employment was very stressful, overwhelming, and void of clear direction. Now, this week, my integrity is called into question due to a Vice President making changes to my data collection sheet to push his product into beta testing.
I want to quit but with my recent car accident, my dog being ill, and having to resume my mortgage payments, I cannot afford to leave.