The thing about work, is that I have rarely seen or experienced in Trinidad, anyone defending someone who is being bullied.
Which means... I am alone,.. and I know it.
I feel it...
It is the dread of knowing,.. that you have to be on your guard and able to withstand... on your own any attack.
Believe it or not, in London, work is usually a safe place,.. even in conservative companies,.. open harassment is not tolerated. You can be open,.. there is no point to concealing or reigning in your responses.
I find myself missing and longing for the freedom of that environment.
On nights like this,.. I wonder,... why do I stay in Trinidad.
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