The Misadventures of an Indigo in the Workplace

Part One

After a stint in the legal field, which I found to be completely unbearable, I decided to give up my legal career completely and make a fresh start.

I applied any and everywhere. I took the first job I was offered, which was as an office assistant at a doctor's office for $9.00 and hour.

The doctor was intrigued by my background (the fact that I had a law degree and didn't want to use it) and decided to give me a chance. 

Indigos get triggered when someone tries to control them.

I wasn't there two weeks before I found myself wishing I'd get fired.

Having to get up on someone else's terms, wearing dumb clothes that you don't want to wear, and helping someone else make money is no way to live.

So often I hear people complain about how miserable their job is only for them to finish their ranting by saying, "I should be lucky I even have a job." Really?

I have to whole hardheartedly disagree. With the exception of the death of a loved one, there are few things more depressing than having to work for someone else. 

Indigos Crave Harmony

This was a very hostile and negative place to work. The doctor carried such a negative energy that the negativity seeped out of the doctor's pores and reflected on my boss's face. It's as if I was working for crypt keeper.

I was barely trained. The doctor got off on belittling me and almost couldn't wait for me to make a mistake to get a good laugh.

There was never any mention of anything I ever did right.

There were daily dramatic passive aggressive scenes about things I didn't do, things I was never even told I needed to do, just pure outrage and disbelief that I hadn't done them. 

This job began to snuff out my will to live.

While Indigos are sensitive to harsh cleaning products, they are as equally sensitive to filth.

This office was barely sanitary. Instead of using exam table paper on the therapy tables, my boss used dish towels over the pillows. Every patient for a week would stick their heads and faces in the same dish towel.

There was one older patient that would always request a new towel before she laid down (rightfully so) and one day there wasn't any. So I made due and used a patient robe. 

That robe was later thrown at me by the doctor while demanding to know who had put the robe there (I was the only other person that worked there).

Yes, I was just assaulted and am daily verbally abused but I should feel lucky I have a job, right? I mean $9.00 with no benefits - I should be so grateful.


I have found working for others to be so demoralizing and humiliating. I know I can't be the only one that feels this way but why am I the only one I know determined to do something about it?

Everyday I go to work my spirit dies. This is not a life. Time is too precious to waste on doing something you don't want to do with people you don't want to know.

Without freedom we might as well be dead.

A mentor of mine once said that all pain is a symptom of you not being yourself.

Working for this asshole caused so much physical pain in my body. I couldn't sleep. My chest and stomach ached unbearably. 

Being demeaned and ridiculed everyday, on my hands and knees cleaning up filth, and setting roach traps, I had truly become Cinderella - without the Prince. 

I was broke and broken. 

After barely three months, one morning the doctor walked in to work without saying a word and handed me some gross container to scrub out.

Instead of taking the container, I blurted out that I quit!

The doctor acted so shocked and offended and wanted to know why. I said it was too demeaning to work there and that I had to go.


The Misadventures of an Indigo in the Workplace Part Two

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