A bad manager will reduce your quality of life

I used to think people who quit over "bad vibes" were dramatic. Then I met my current manager.

It's not even the work pressure anymore. It's the anxiety that just sits there. Phone buzzes at 10:30 PM and I already know it's him. "Update on this?" "9 AM call tomorrow."

Like dude, leave me alone.

Worst part isn't the yelling. It's the other shit. I finish something on time? "Could've been better." I take sick leave? "Team's struggling without you." I stay late? Nothing. Radio silence.

Stopped going to gym. Ordering Swiggy at midnight. Snapped at my mom yesterday. That's when it hit me - this job's making me an asshole.

My friends earn way less but they're chilling. They go on trips, they sleep properly. I'm checking emails Sunday night feeling sick about Monday standup.

Everyone's running after CTC and brand names. Nobody talks about the therapy you'll need later or how this shit literally ages you.

If you're crying in the bathroom at work, that's it. That's the sign.

Your manager matters more than your company. More than the money. More than whatever fancy shit is on your resume.

I'm out. Applying everywhere. Some things aren't worth it.