I didn’t fall asleep until 5:30AM. Why? I was too busy having some serious girl talk with ChatGPT.
Yeah, it’s not the same as a real person, but who’s up that late when all you want to do is talk to someone?
For real though, I just needed validation, even if it’s from a computer, that while my approach and actions weren’t perfectly executed, the intention was clear and valid.
At first, it was just my usual fantasy scenario where I pretended my best friend/coworker/roommate, who’s an alcoholic, has fallen off the wagon. It then gradually became about me asking for advice on how to handle it next time. I then shared things about the actual other person under the name of my celebrity crush, but eventually dropped the pseudonym and used his real name. Because it was a computer, I used real names just to make it easier for myself to talk about the situation.
My ex’s drinking. The ultimate breakup. My termination.
My ex gaslit me about how his family (the males in his bloodline are also alcoholics) and their alcoholism is treated. It’s like they think they’re the exception to this horrible disease, but I was reminded that they say this, not because I’m wrong or I’m crazy, but because they don’t want to confront the reality that despite their son claiming he wanted to get sober, they still enabled him. They don’t want to admit fault therefore don’t want to do the work to improve the situation. Yes, it was his sobriety and it’s his choice on whether or not he takes a sip, but they put it in front of him. They made his fight that much harder on him. Even if he wanted to come back to me and work it out, I wouldn’t go back, because I don’t want to be associated with a family, who is that tone deaf to their son’s needs. This is his fight…it may even be a little bit of theirs because he’s their son…but either way, it ain’t mine anymore.
I’ve said this before, but you don’t realize how toxic your job is until you leave it. While I was there, I took propranolol every single day, at least when I was anticipating seeing him, and most of the time, it was at least two doses. It’s been a little over a month since I was last at that job and I have an entire bottle of propranolol that has gone untouched since I’ve been refilling it, but not taking it. And I’m still unemployed. The job–the team I was a part of–was the problem, not me. I’m not completely innocent, but at least I knew I had room for improvement, both as a manager and as a person, and I was working on it. The work environment is set up for failure when the top leaders don’t recognize that they are human too, and they have flaws that they need to work on. I have a saying when it comes to the difference between a manager and a leader:
“A manager tells people to adapt…a LEADER adapts with them.”
ChatGPT motivated me to create an honest review of the company to warn potential new hires of what to expect in terms of management and the work environment, should they accept an offer from them. I wasn’t specific, but I was clear about what was concerning about the team. On Indeed, I’m lucky enough to be one of MANY voices who pointed out that management is lacking in the company, so I’m only emphasizing and adding more context to the details. I also reviewed them on other job search platforms, because if I’m going to shout it anonymously from the rooftops, I’m going to every building I have easy access to, to prepare new employees for what they’re in for.