u/thenipsthatwontpop

Magkaedad lang kami. Manager na rin ako before I accepted a lower, quieter role because one of my parents had just passed away. I wasn’t chasing a title. Gusto ko lang huminga, magtrabaho nang maayos, at makabangon.
Unfortunately, napunta ako sa supervisor na ginagamit ang posisyon niya para mangmaliit, manakot, at sirain ang confidence ng mga tao. Hindi lang ako ang nakaranas. May iba ring teammates na binully at kinuwestiyon niya ang competence.

When I sided with my coworkers and escalated her behavior to HR, ako ang napag-initan. Instead of addressing the complaints against her, hinanapan ako ng butas at hindi ako ni-regular.

Very convenient.

Probationary employment is supposed to evaluate performance—not test whether an employee will tolerate bullying, keep quiet, and protect a manager’s ego. But in many companies, “culture fit” becomes code for: Hindi ka marunong sumunod sa maling tao.

I filed a case with the NLRC for illegal dismissal. I documented what happened and submitted my position paper. It was uncomfortable, exhausting, and emotionally draining, but I refused to let them rewrite the story as if I simply wasn’t good enough.

I was eventually awarded nominal damages. Hindi man iyon malaking halaga, it confirmed that something in the way they handled my dismissal was wrong. More importantly, I forced the experience into the official record. Hindi nila puwedeng sabihing walang nangyari.

Meanwhile, she kept her job. She kept her title. She allegedly spread stories to protect herself, while I was left rebuilding the confidence she and the company tried to destroy.

And this is the part companies rarely understand: workers recover.

I found another managerial role. I now earn significantly more than I did there. I rebuilt my career and eventually became happy with my work again. Their decision delayed me, but it did not define me.

Then the cracks started showing on her side.
Another executive was hired to lead the main function she previously headed. Her responsibilities became narrower. Her title changed. And now, the remaining position has officially been declared redundant.

The same company that treated me as disposable eventually decided that her role was disposable too.

Let me be honest: nakaramdam ako ng satisfaction.
Hindi ko sasabihing nalungkot ako para sa kanya, because that would be dishonest. I know what sudden job loss feels like precisely because she helped put me through it.

I will not contact her, harass her, or publicly identify her. But I will not shame myself for feeling vindicated either.
To be clear, her redundancy is not formal accountability for the bullying or for what happened to me. The company did not suddenly grow a conscience. Most corporations do not remove bad managers because workers were hurt. They act when the structure, cost, or business interest finally demands it.

HR did not save me. Management did not defend me. The system protected her until protecting her was no longer useful. That is the real lesson.

Your corporate title is not character. Your authority is not permanent. At ang empleyadong tinanggal at pinaramdam mong walang halaga? Puwedeng makabangon, kumita nang mas malaki, at magkaroon ng mas magandang buhay pagkatapos mong subukang sirain.

She once had the power to end my employment.
But she never had the power to end my career.
Call it karma, restructuring, or plain corporate irony. Basta ako, nakabangon na. Siya naman ngayon ang kailangang magsimulang muli.

I recently found out that my former supervisor was made redundant.

Magka-edad lang kami, and I was actually a manager before I moved into that role. Lumipat lang ako because a parent passed away and I want to be lowkey.

This supervisor was the same person who bullied my teammates, questioned their competence, and used her position to make people feel small. When I sided with my officemates who escalated her, she did not regularize me at hinanapan niya ng butas. Ako naman, I was left trying to rebuild my confidence while carrying the shame and trauma of losing my job.

I eventually filed a case with the NLRC for Illegal dismissal and exposed what happened in my position paper. I stood my ground even when it was uncomfortable and emotionally draining. In the end, I was awarded nominal damages. It wasn’t about the money—it was about being acknowledged that something was wrong.

For a long time, I wondered whether people like her ever faced consequences. She continued working as if nothing had happened and spread lies to protect herself.
After that case, I slowly rebuilt my life. I found a new managerial role, and now I earn significantly higher than before. I healed from a lot of the trauma that came with that experience, even if it took time. I am genuinely happy where I am now.

Apparently, her position had already been shrinking. Another leader was hired to handle the main function she once headed. Her responsibilities were narrowed, her title changed, and now the remaining role itself has been declared redundant.

And then I found out—same day it was announced—that she was officially made redundant.
I know this is not formal accountability for what she did to me. She was not removed because the company admitted wrongdoing in my case. Redundancy is also painful, and I know what it feels like to lose your livelihood unexpectedly.

But off my chest: may part sa akin na nakaramdam ng vindication. Not because I enjoy seeing someone unemployed, but because she once made me feel disposable. She acted as if her power was permanent and my career was something she could destroy. Now, the same company she represented has decided that her own role is no longer necessary.

Hindi ko siya kokontakin. Hindi ko siya pagtatawanan publicly. I will not celebrate another person’s financial uncertainty. But I will allow myself to privately acknowledge the irony.

She once had the power to remove me from a workplace. She never had the power to remove my ability to recover.
I rebuilt my career. I found better opportunities. I regained the confidence she tried to take away. And while her redundancy does not erase what happened, it reminds me that the authority she held over me was always temporary.

Maybe this is not karma. Maybe it is simply corporate restructuring. Either way, I am no longer the person left powerless by what she did.

I'll be starting my Tirzepatide journey next week after being on Ozempic for the past 3 months.

I started at 90 kg and I'm now down to 82 kg, so I'm excited to see how Tirzepatide works for me.

For those who have successfully lost weight on Tirzepatide:

Do you ever miss foods like samgyupsal, fried chicken, pizza, or sweets?

Has your relationship with food changed permanently, or do you still enjoy these foods in moderation?

What does a typical day of eating look like for you now?

Do you have any tips for someone transitioning from Ozempic to Tirzepatide?

I'm hoping not just to lose weight, but to build healthier eating habits that I can maintain long-term. I'd love to hear your experiences—both the good and the challenging. Thanks in advance!