“What is reality anyway! It’s nothing but a collective hunch” — Jane Wagner, American writer
As the clock begins to click a few milliseconds from 5:00 p.m. each day of my life working, since first month of 2010, in a place that has a reputation of being Paleolithic in the way it looks at it, it is not the failure of doing my cyclic duty of punching out that I am so worried about, nor is it the thought of finding the most socially acceptable way to steadfastly survive multitudinous, rigorous requisites of work. It is undeniably the tedious process of debriefing and redebriefing myself, apparently on the unethical way of dealing with people, as can be observed in the office. It costs me my life sluggishly, the kind of life I have long dreamed of having — simple but happy and, more importantly, purpose-driven.
I am literally sad and lonely and am literally beginning to lose track of the directions I want to tread through. There can never be any plausible cause to deny this fact of being sad and lonely and of having somehow gone awry in the face of adversities that I have experienced while striving hard to create, in this place better known as The Steward of the Two Holiest Mosques, a name in the profession that is itself my life I should live through all these years. There also can never be any logical reason to believe that because I chose this profession I should be treated indifferent and nonchalant by no less than my colleagues of the same aborigines.
Like others, I am no extraordinary individual. Like others, I am an ordinary mortal who weaves ordinary thoughts in words that may matter to all and sundry. However, I am unique in my own way, a way that is often misunderstood but truly defines who I am in the menagerie — beyond the four corners of the office — that is this world, where stratification of people by social class is a norm and where disregarding such stratification, which standardizes behavioral manifestations, is a no-no. After all, we are in the same kingdom working in the Kingdom and for the Kingdom, outside of our own. To say then, for the sake of immortalizing our bitter memories of our work experiences in this place, that we are slaves in the kingdom away from ours may even be an understatement of our status as indefatigable workers demonized by others of different aborigines to engage us in a cut-throat competition for a strong spring of sources of income. We merely became obsequious in order to survive in a competition like this.
In fact, as of this writing, I begin to think more deeply about what must have lain beyond the four corners of our office that sees Filipinos disennobled by different forms and faces of abuses perpetuated by Arabic bosses micromanaging them, including me. I also begin to ask myself more realistically what will have become of me after being in various situations that I might inevitably accept as part of the harsh realities of life. This is but an exposition of what I truly feel about the situations I am in, a type of oration allocuted not to call for a big number of audiences who may not care about my sufferings and those of many others. This is but a sort of expose not made to enlist the help of the irresponsible among our government officials. They cannot help.
For more than a decade of being an HR practitioner, I can undoubtedly say the ennobling and disennobling nexuses of realities have sunk deeper into my consciousness starting when I grabbed the opportunity to work in a manufacturing firm run by people with, to say the least, a depraved heart. Different people have a mind of their own. They think, act and do, as they do. They are dynamic. It is dynamism, deep within themselves, that propels them to think, act and do. It is same dynamism that coerces them to pursue what they think, act and do — sometimes even if it is beyond the bounds of propriety.
Astoundingly, the recent spate of events in the office is proof enough for me to conclude that the well-ingrained office politics is indeed a real threat to the entire well-being of the employees and that it diminishes the value of each nugget of wisdom left in their young noggins. It leads to the creation of a professional vacuum that predisposes an attitude of indifference and nonchalance from whence spring a multitude of rackety problems. Employees are dishing out a breakfast of disses and spitting out a dinner of messes. That’s reality.
- Life and its diplomacy! (wafatariq.wordpress.com)
- Why We Don’t Need You (And Why We Do) (betterlifecoachingblog.com)
- B, D and the Boys: The Harsh Realities (a reblog) (catalystrwanda.org)
- Waking Up to Reality (gettingbetterman.wordpress.com)
- Economical Distressing Portraits – Reuters ‘The Lost Generation’ Series Shows the Harsh (TrendHunter.com) (trendhunter.com)
- Lemurian Awakening – Kata – The Warmest Welcome to You (aquariuschannelings.com)