When we lose faith in the structure we strive for, the crumbling begins.
Faith in a person or a group develops with time, envelope a comfort zone.
A fragile connection, a thin line between the ends. Immense satisfaction
can develop with a successful relationship. 2 ends to this connection, and
only 2 ends. External influence disrupts this connection and destroys the
prime existence of faith.
Retaliation for reporting a hostile condition, definitely extinguished my
faith in my environment, I lost the drive to try, my body feels like it is
breaking down. A burning fever continuously sears me, food is rejected all
the time and there is no indication of when this extreme will end. Self
doubts of my performance and mutual loyalty lingers. Will the dedication I
present be reciprocated, instead of excuse the sacrifice as over
zealousness. When activities deemed in most work environment as abuse or
harrassment was brought up, the advice was to endure the treatment, despite
the wrong. Punished are those with good work ethics, rewards flow to those
with less. Further notice to other supervisors had the same results. In
fact even the supervisor, a graduate, who should possess professionalism,
degenirated me further with threats and words like, "half-ass efforts" . I
had faith in professionalism, ethics and honour. My oath to perform with
the highest level of ethics which bounds my life is challenged. Caught
between a soveriegn oath and political unprofessionalism, my daily dilemma
continues.
