Let me keep it simple

Friday 17 March 2017

NAKED SCARE


It was a week full of legion in terms of making it to see another day and to continue maintaining the job. Like I have written countless number of times, being in this job is a hustle, and sometimes I tend to liken it to a 'kamote' induced bond that is seizing, you want to find your way out but cannot do so because the gods will not judge you fairly, and so like a fledgling zealot, you make it a point being big headed while knowing full well that indeed it has come to naught on your side.


Off all the people, you tail like a bozo, which instinctively you are not given wild goose chase variables. Yet, this is not the field where you force and push. When it does not work out, you have virtually nothing that will rescue you from the brink of being called a jobless bugger once again. It's real. The cheese shifted, we did cling and what's more, there is no more doubt that this was not meant to be if sentiments by fellows who make it are gospel truth. Many have come and gone, these streets are not sympathetic to a moocher. What is happening is that there is nothing more you are expecting other than being laid off.


When you are served with a notice by your boss, ideally, what should be happening is that you should feel some urge to work to uplift it off your shoulders. The truth is, on the contrary, it has failed to inspire action. It has resulted in lethargy; the intent has not taken effect of pushing this soul to the wall. Probably it will ring a bell once you are out of the payroll and no longer expect anything at the end of the month other than knowing that you once worked a salesperson but that never worked to change your destiny. After all I am the egoistic type, if you expect me kukulamba like a politician’s sycophant, the you should come with a promising attitude.


Well, the truth of the matter is that time is what counts. Those who work hard are not the most prosperous and those who put in the least effort are sometimes rewarded by those who work their fingers to the bone to lay better soft landing for those already in the system or yet to come. That's the bitter truth about his pill that I must take. At the end of the day I am going to get the sack, not because of anything but as a result of not being cunning and tactical enough to entice the bait to give in to what you may not believe in but just have to ensure you propagate its acceptance.


Well, it reaches a point in time when you get so annoyed, so despondent and weary that when you try to think there is something better out there that awaits you, you doubt the probability of the result. Why? as a matter of fact, there are roles that humble. Forget about the act of humbling in the sense that you are rich but decide to mortify yourself. The humble one I am talking about is that which you are deprived of a modest lifestyle if you have not been able to deliver. Yet, you find yourself sticking intact hoping that the better tomorrow you have waited for will come to nigh (sic).


The life of a salesperson is bitter-sweet. There are those who love the liberty like yours truly, there are those who are in it for the ease of making cash in plenty and you cannot fail to talk about those queer characters out to dupe customers to make themselves a living. The truth is that few survive the hurdle. In my case, it has been a hell of life that when I look at the bigger picture, I find that I could probably have taken an exit long before the ax came to put me in my right place. Ax the oppressor, am I one? The sword of Damocles hangs over my head. It’s simple, this power has been intoxicating.


Any regrets? Too many, but I have learnt the hard way. I am now more than able to survive given that I have harnessed an income generating project in the name of data entry, another job that has been quite a frustration when you want to work but it’s not coming. It’s those part things you land yourself this time round feeling secure because when pressure will come calling, trust you me, it will not be easy.


Talking of pressure, there was one of this permanent staff who I overheard talking of how she was under pressure from the boss she was willing to go take half pay where she was to be comfortable. And there are many more who are under pressure that if you cannot withstand it like a certain manager who resigned after a meeting with the regional boss. I guess she went and switched off her phone and relaxed from the day to day quest to make the institution that was great to become great again. If those in senior positions feel the heat, then you can imagine a junior cadre organism like me.


Come to think of it, I wish this guys could organize a pressure free day. Like you are free from being asked what you have brought to the table, why is your dashboard not as it is supposed to be and many other things. It should be a day when people can talk, not a case where guys are mum because we have a boss. We should not be having those moments whereby an employee hides just to make sure the boss does not know she is late. Or asking using the mouth if the boss is in. Are we in a realistic version of horrible bosses? Should we be scared or feel guilty? I hate that.


But we have much more greater things and worries that await than those we currently are in. I guess I now know that if it is easy, think twice. If it does not pose a challenge, question the ease and when you are comfortable in life, look back and realize that there is something that was a stumbling block, but you did overcome it.


Hasta la vista baby.


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