pulled in, piled on, pushed out...a corporate prose

You pulled me in, making me think how invaluable I was.
My degree tweaked your interest, my experience impressed your needs.
Like the sprinter in the 60 metre, I reached those rungs with ease.
You piled it on, with long hours and exasperating deadlines.
And I was caught up in a constant corporate whirl.
The more you patted, the higher the rung, and I kept running.
My work was immeasurable, my reputation did precede.
But all zones have their limits and comfort isn't in it.
Your pats finally started to pull me down, and you finally,
pushed me out.