Freedom to Be Me

Hmmmm...a very ambitious title to be sure.  I do not believe I will actually achieve this aim until I am dead since we are in process until that infinitesimal speck of time has our soul separated from our fleshly cage.  Fleshly is a very gucky sounding word.  It resonates, usually negatively.
Anyways (for those Mr. Hartung fans), at my previous place of employment-cue week 3 of gainful unemployment- I could not be me.  
There are several facets to this:
1.  The work itself is self-defeating, you will not be able to complete the tasks set before you.  I believe they wish for the work to be completed but either the training/tools/resources are inadequate or incomplete and/or the staff is now in a state of apathy and cannot assist themselves or the rest of the department.  Hence...2 years later and the same issues apply.
2.  Goals achieved or challenges overcome are not rewarded, even verbally.  Feedback is essential for the care and feeding of the employee.
3.  Political Correctness -PC- is blinder than Lady Justice.  The "rules" apply unevenly.  My opinions will offend, but I am obliged to tolerate that which deeply offends and sometimes disturbs.  They will never know the real me in that office environ.
4.  Wading  with piranhas is not as fun as it sounds.  Like my favorite magnet states; "Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken".  Piranhas are nibbling their way to shark status, but the bites still hurt and the accumulation leads to an eventual transfusion in order to live.  I for one do not wish to navigate my entire life wearing a suit of armor.  It is heavy, awkward, hot, rusts easily, and no one will ever see me...ever!  And I do not wish to contemplate too much on how knights went to the bathroom.  Yuck. 
5.  Friend today, speed bump tomorrow.  It is inevitable, you will find yourself thrown under the bus voluntarily or otherwise.  Wise as serpents...makes it hard to access the dove within.
6.  Misery breeds contempt.  The lowest feeling in the joint is the lowest common denominator for a reason...we love to wallow, especially corporately.
7.  You are expendable, trust me on this.  Mud will ooze over an opening like lava rushing to the sea.  And yes they will find it easy to forget whatever you did for them.  Tomorrow is another day indistinguishable from any other.
***One major change to recapture me****
Becoming Trish