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It was Diwali time, and after a long year of work, I was finally going home. Working in Accenture has been nothing less than draining.

Endless hours in front of the computer, team lead making my life shit, and the pay... well, we all know Accenture doesn’t pay good. But still, it's a job, and unfortunately in India job is the only thing that matters. I had a big fight with my manager.

He is a typical loser, always thinking he knows everything. I had worked day and night for a project, no sleep, no weekend for months. But just when it was about to be delivered, he wanted changes, last-minute changes that made no sense. I couldn’t control myself. I said to him, "Sir, this is not how things work.

You are changing everything without thinking." He didn’t like it, obviously. He started shouting, saying I was being hard to work with, that I didn’t respect him. I got so angry, I said, "Sir, I respect the work, not the position. You’re wrong this time." After that, things escalated.

He even threatened to put me on a PIP, but I was too tired to care at that point. Anyway, with all that tension, I wasn’t sure if I could even go home for Diwali. I thought maybe he’ll block my leave just out of anger. But he did not do it. Maybe he realised his fault, or maybe he didn’t want to deal with more drama. Either way, I booked my tickets.

I couldn’t wait to see my mom. When I reached home, all the stress just away. My mom was so happy to see me. She’s the kind of person who doesn’t care what’s happening at work, as long as her son is home for Diwali. I didn’t tell her much about the fight with my manager, because I didn’t want to spoil her mood.

But I did tell her a little, like how I stood up for myself and didn’t let him walk over me. She just smiled and it was all worth it. it just made everything feel worth it. Even though work was stil shit. But the thought of going back to work is always there in the back of my mind.

I knew when I return, nothing would have changed. My manager would still be the same, the workload would still be heavy, and the pay would still be low. But for now, for these few days, I was at home, and my mom was proud of me. That was all that mattered.

Even if work was crap, at least I stood up for myself. I wasn’t just another silent employee taking orders without question.