Part 1The Office Doormat Strikes Back

Because of my cowardly personality, I was bullied every day by my coworkers and gaslighted by my manager:

"Shouldn't young people do a little more?"

"With your skill level, do you even deserve a salary? Do you think this company is a charity?"

"You have plenty of opportunities in the future. Let the senior employees have the 'Employee of the Year' award this time."

"You're just wasting oxygen. Watch your back on your way home!"

When I went to the boss to report the bullying, he just sneered:

"There's no such thing as bullying among adults. If everyone dislikes you, you need to look at yourself and find out why!"

Eventually, my depression worsened, and I jumped off a building to end my life.

When I woke up, my coworker Linda was just saying to me:

"Hey Chloe, I'm heading out early. Can you stay late and finish this spreadsheet for me?"

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"Are your arms broken?"

I didn't even look up, just fired right back at her.

In my past life, this was exactly how it started—the slow, creeping gaslighting over minor tasks.

At first, when delegating work within the department, they'd intentionally give me a heavier workload or the toughest, most thankless tasks.

Later on, they didn't even bother hiding it. They just dumped their own work on me, constantly saying:

"Chloe, can you organize this spreadsheet for me?"

"Chloe, take this report over to the client for me."

"Chloe, I have a family emergency and need to leave early. Can you finish my expense report and attach the receipts?"

Chloe isn't your mother. Will you literally die if you don't boss me around for one second? How shameless can you get?

Unfortunately, in my past life, I was meek and thin-skinned. If I was even slightly slow, my coworkers would say:

"Oh, Chloe, you're still young. Young people should work harder so they can learn and grow quickly. That's how we all came up."

Like an idiot, I thought they actually had my best interests at heart and eagerly ran around doing their bidding.

But what exactly was I supposed to learn from spending two hours taping receipts to a piece of paper?

On top of that, Accounting would constantly nitpick—either the receipts were facing the wrong way or in the wrong order. They called me useless, saying I couldn't even handle a simple task. It tanked my self-esteem. I started doubting myself, wondering if I really was just that incompetent and needed to tape more receipts to improve.

But that was nothing. The fatal blow came later.

The data in the contract I delivered to the client for Linda was wrong, causing a massive loss for the project. The boss was absolutely furious.

Linda put on a devastated, apologetic face and explained to the management:

"Young people are just so careless. I hadn't even finished reviewing it, and Chloe took it upon herself to deliver it to the client. It's my fault. I'll teach her more in the future and make sure she learns to be more reliable."

The boss immediately docked my entire annual bonus, and HR sent out a formal, company-wide reprimand email. I hid in the bathroom and cried for hours.

I really wanted to travel back in time and slap myself awake for being such a massive pushover!

Instead of wasting time crying, why didn't I just rip her a new one?

Thankfully, I've been reborn!