Guilty

The truth about the bonus

Author Mark
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Okay, so I need to get this off my chest. I feel like a total piece of garbage. It’s been eating me up for months. It's about the bonus at work last year. We all got a pretty good one, especially considering the company didn’t do amazingly well. Everyone was happy, celebrating, talking about vacations and paying off debt. I acted like I was too. But the truth is… I kind of cheated to get mine.

There was this project, right? A big one for a major client. It was stressful, deadlines were tight, and everyone was working crazy hours. My team was responsible for a specific part of it, and we were falling behind. I mean, REALLY behind. It was my responsibility to keep the project on track, I was the lead on that part of it. Instead of telling my boss and admitting we were struggling, I… fudged the numbers a bit. Okay, a lot.

I made it look like we were further along than we actually were. I stayed late a few nights, changing dates on documents, fabricating progress reports. I told myself it was just temporary, that we’d catch up. That I was doing it for the good of the team, to keep us from getting in trouble. But we didn’t catch up. We kept falling further behind, and I kept covering it up. The pressure was insane. I couldn't sleep. I started snapping at my wife. All I could think about was getting caught.

The project eventually launched, and somehow, miraculously, it went off without a hitch. No one found out that we were so behind, that I’d lied about everything. Everyone praised our team, especially me. And that's when the bonuses came. I got a huge bonus, way more than I deserved. I used some of it to pay off bills, some to buy my wife a nice gift. But every time I look at those things, all I can think about is how I don’t deserve them.

I haven’t told anyone. Not my wife, not my best friend, not even my therapist. I’m terrified of the consequences. Losing my job, disappointing my team, ruining my reputation. But the guilt is killing me. I don’t know what to do. Should I confess? Is it even worth it after all this time? Maybe I should just live with it and try to be a better person from now on. I don’t know. I really, really don’t know.

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