For almost four years, I (Lydia, 32) woke up every single morning determined to be the friendly receptionist everyone liked. I’d greet clients warmly, help colleagues without being asked, and keep everything running smoothly in our Eldoret office. Yet the second I walked through the door, the air changed. Whispers followed me to my desk. Eyes turned icy. Some people literally pretended I was invisible.
I’m naturally kind-maybe too kind-so at first I thought, “Okay, small office, a bit of jealousy, it’ll pass.” It never did. Friends I’d shared lunch with for years suddenly stopped saying hello. Rumours flew that I was “showing off” or “trying to be the boss’s favourite.” Even brand-new staff who’d never spoken to me joined in the cold shoulder before they even knew my name.
Every tiny mistake got blown out of proportion, while the good things I did were ignored or twisted into something negative. Nights ended with me crying in my room, asking myself what I’d done wrong. My mum kept saying, “Just ignore them; do your work.” But this wasn’t normal petty drama – it felt deliberate, heavy, almost evil. I still don’t understand why everyone decided I was the enemy. Continue reading at https://drbokko.com/?p=34962