It’s cruel to mock those from the countryside!
I graduated in Economics and started a few months ago as an accountant at a firm…
The first few days at work took me back years, reminding me of the days when I sat for university entrance exams and then finals.
I’ll never forget how the other girls looked at me with disdain – stylish, modern, made-up, and conceited.
Meanwhile, I was a poor country girl, terrified of missing the early train, getting confused by the trams and buses, and being late for exams. I hardly cared about what I wore or how I looked.
Even after being admitted, nothing changed. They always looked down on me, laughing as I walked through the snow in my only pair of shoes.
It’s not where you’re from, but what kind of person you are
They passed me by like an object while I stood there shivering, blowing on my hands to warm them.
Initially, I was never invited anywhere, until they started doing quite the opposite.
They’d always invite me to join them for coffee or a “bite to eat,” knowing I couldn’t afford it and would have to decline.
The mockery and insults from others brought me closer to Steven, who was just like me – from the deep countryside, poor, unfashionable, a colleague who counted every penny.
We never became a couple, but we remain true friends to this day, relying on each other and offering support.
We both turned out to be tough nuts – he started working in Manchester to be closer to his parents and help them.
I had to settle in London because my sister lives nearby, raising my niece alone and needing my support.
I had never shared these experiences with anyone before.
However, not long ago, one of my former colleagues came by the office on business. She was pompous and sneering until I set her straight.
I explained that the documents she brought were completely incorrect and could mislead my bosses. She started to protest, but it’s not something to discuss.
After I explained that we don’t raise voices in this office, she retreated.
I wanted so badly to retaliate for the ridicule and humiliation they subjected me to with her friends, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I decided that her embarrassment and arrogance were punishment enough.
I’m happy that I didn’t let people like her crush me.
