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Tuesday, 5 September 2017

DEARTH

Dearth

Writer’s block finally catches up with you. Your brain feels like mush. And procrastination takes the better of you. You try to mull deeply what to scribe about but nothing seems to be forthcoming, not even freewriting. It’s like you are in a desert and you cannot find your way out. This scarcity of thoughts gives you a blow like a Mayweather punch. You easily forget that which you wanted to put in black and white. Then you find you are wallowing in self-pity. Only fathoming but never penning delectable mental imagery. You wonder how you can channel the mental distress in a serendipity.


Anyway.


You know you had been having upbeat moments until the job you are doing decided to smirk you on the face through the adjustment of your hourly earning back to square one. Because they assigned you new tasks. Truth is, it’s not only devastating but also disheartening. That you have worked so hard to achieve a certain milestone, then all of a sudden that does not matter anymore.


I tell you, working online can cut both ways like a doubled edged sword. There are weeks you will find yourself having a reliable and stable income while there are others you will be in total disarray. Then you start wondering what is wrong. Then you remember you have a program as your paymaster which is thus bad. You work but cannot be able to ascertain how tasks have been codified using machine learning. You even don’t know how your earning algorithm is worked out. But you just work, work because you have a dearth of cash. And when you have no one to intimate the hurt you are feeling, you turn up to your blog. The blog because it also has no feelings but will tell the world if someone does care out there.


Plus, it offers solace, it offers an avenue to tell it that you have been having down moments after your pay was clashed by more than half yet you still struggle to do the same amount of work in the same environment but the motivation has dwindled. You no longer feel like you enjoy what you do, instead the deep-seated desire plummets as time flies. You try to piece up the reasons and even ask yourself, “Why me? And not the others”. Then you tell God, “You gat this.” Just to console yourself that things will look up like they used to do.


But this is not the first time that this is happening. It’s a déjà vu. Employers have reneged on their initial contract they had with you and this now does not look different in a bad way. It’s just that it makes you feel less worthy of a person. It makes you feel like a coin that can be tossed without care of where it lands. Or is it that a die has been cast and you are waiting while you should look for things abound other than restricting your breadth? Perhaps widening your perspective to get out of constantly being at a limbo.


That said, a real man never complains or becomes bitter. A real man learns from the past and make alchemy out of lemon situations. You push hard next time. Push till you cannot push anymore. If you get to that place between a rock and a hard place, you decide to face it one with an IED that you conjure up in the midst of time.


Enough of masquerading in this bulshit, well that word, the way it has been used was not the intention. It happened. Writer’s block is not real. It’s a mental creation and a dearth of imagination. You just kill it by sitting down in a quiet place, reduce distraction like internet and all that (me, I can’t write without net). And my paper writing using a pen is messed up. While you are at it kill the urge to throw in the towel by writing something as nonsensical as this piece.


Hasta La Vista Baby.


PS. Looks like I need read and apply the instructs of Graham Greene’s journal to liven my imagery and console myself after all.



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Friday, 21 July 2017

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Sleepless man

Sometimes I want to sound poetic, but I am lonely and experience shards of hope to rekindle the erstwhile joie de vivre. Well, my mind is kind of entwined with so much that when I try to let loose, I feel I should not give up my creativity that keeps on abating.


As such, I am experiencing some inertia with regard to being artistic and thinking outside the box. Truth is, I am this bloke who is kind of a rebel, no, am not a rebel, am the type who conforms and when things don’t work my way, I digress and leave without a word.


Self-definition has eluded me. It’s like I am on a journey of discovery with sojourns interlacing the voyage. A situation where I actually don’t know where I am headed but still brave the storm. The truth is that there are times I get lonely. I spend most of my days alone. Away from people, and it’s countless times. Déjà vu. I love loneliness, sometimes. You get to miss people and they get to miss you.


Mulling over my ideas, they sound antiquated. Yet we live in the 21st century. Am really trying hard to get things right but it’s not working out. I love it when I am like a calm sea with so much happening inside. I hate it when people are able to read my mind.


Take google for instance, it sometimes knows what’s on my mind when I am googling and that is not funny. Who the blady hell told them that I was searching for what they suggested. Did they read my mind? This clairvoyance is getting into my nerves. Looks like I will have to stop googling. Lies. The only addiction I need to kill is this thing of googling. I have many others. It’s virtually impossible to do it when you have internet and free time after working.


Working online makes me sleepless at night. Dry eyes, insomnia and this thrill of wanting to work. I am a worker and not an employee. A worker works, an employee gets paid even if he does not work. Currently, I am having skewed or intermittent slumber in a bid to make money. I am now driven by money more than ever before. I must admit that I was not like this before. Have I forgotten my purpose? The burnout, exhaustion and incongruence. I need my me back. The guy with a bubbly persona full of life and ambition.


Not sleeping for continuous eight hours makes me drab because I live a mechanized life that is kind of robotic. I sometimes sleep for two hours and wake up during the daytime and when I try to continue sleeping, I hit point insomnia, so I just get out of bed. Worse is my alarm has this excruciating sound I just have to wake up those times I have set it.


In the meantime there is nothing retro that super excites my life because I am a lone ranger. I tell myself that when the weekend comes, I will drift away in a never-ending dream to sleep my body out having denied it this need. As a result, there is unceasing tension that has developed on the sides of my head behind the ears. I am feeling like I have migraines. I should drink more water, walk, eat fruits, meditate and exercise. If I was to rate how ergonomically I am, I would say that I have been drooping at a very slight rate.


My proletariat life has been one full of ups and downs. The truth is that employers usually want a wholistic individual when in actual sense we have this inadequacies that we lie about in order to get a job.


I have been looking for work because this online thingy is not my love like I thought. I feel inadequate and like a carousel that is a means to an end. I am hence searching online to find a matching job. Somewhere I can apply the skills and knowledge gained. They are rotting and I feel tired rejuvenating what I may not use. You see, like the average bloke, I have been sending my CV and a copy pasted cover letter to various firms that I would be interested in working at. The copy pastes and terse resume has been a wide of the mark. Perhaps, I need to restrategize.


Like everyone else, I have been receiving sterile canned automatic “We’ve received your application and will be in touch shortly” responses that elate me when I read. Did I say elate, oh boy, what’s even the right word to use? That they will look into my CV and respond appropriately within a certain time frame. Can’t this programmed responses give a job seeker a reason to smile having spent time pouring your heart out in crafting a winning cover letter and self descriptive resume.


The truth is that am only applying for specific jobs because I am testing whether I can secure an interview which has been elusive given that I have the knowledge. The last time I attended an interview, I knew they were doing what I call ‘fake interview’. When I read the body language of the panel, it was lackadaisical. My guts told me things were not straight. I felt like they just wanted to pad out the candidate roster they had prepared in order to get approval to hire someone they had already chosen beforehand. At the end of the day, a pointless corporate policy had to be satisfied by buggers like us. I felt it was a total waste of my time and energy and the corporate weenies time.


Let’s face it, we all feel used when we take time to do presentations that are draining in terms of writing scripts to please an interviewer, doing PowerPoint presentations and spending a night rehearsing how to answer interview questions only to be asked mediocre and substandard questions that make you feel like you attended a joke for an interview.


Luckily, I have never been called to fill the shoes of an already rejected post.


It is not professional however when you finish an interview, you are told that they will get back, then they never call back or even send a regret email. I wish there was honesty from corporations that need employees. Sometimes you are taken through a rigorous process only for it to turn out that the employer was actually in need of free consultation from an individual like you. Luckily, sales wired me for rejection. That all is not lost because being the drivers of the economy, employers know who will perfectly fit when given a task to accomplish.


I am in like my fourth job. Three years down the line after finishing campus, I am still struggling to make an impact in my own life, finding a stable job that is. I feel inadequate and wasted. But what life has taught me in those three years has more than double what I have learnt in school for more than three quarters of my life.


The experience that I have got, the rejection that I have experienced, the battles that I conquered, the women that have slipped away and the people I have disappointed. I think I should rejuvenate the former personality of mine that was carefree. One that never got embarrassed or was afraid to take the bull by its horns amid the vexations of life.


Life at the end of a day is a journey. It is well told with words and pictures come in to accentuate what it truly is. So, when it is all said and done, we all shall sleep. Let me sleep now.


Hasta la vista baby.


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Friday, 16 June 2017

FREELANCING [A PLEBEIAN'S VIEW]


When you retire to bed, like a night shift bugger, some like yours truly get down to the business of turning my machine into a hole in the wall, say a cash cow. It’s like a gambit, though. When your schedule doesn't fit into neat little boxes, it can require some special skills to keep everything in order. And that is the world of freelancing. That is why I am working on having a schedule center that can optimize where flexible tasks can fit because the freelance world has constant uncertainty. Sometimes you find it hard to detach yourself from work and recoup. Especially when you should task switch amid overlapping objectives. Yet, it’s so much interesting and worth giving it a try.


I don’t know whether to infer to myself as a recluse or just another bugger who has opted to find some meaning into what life generally is. After a year of working in the sales industry and making no proper in roads, I am now into something less ‘ish ish’ than ever before, online data entry. I have a love hate relationship with it. It’s kind of what I can call métier. For once, I have a job where I am never worried where the work will come from, someone else has to be worried about that.


That said, working online is not a bed of roses like I though. There is constant uncertainty, you sometimes find that your memory and ability to focus becomes impaired. During the working hours, you have to call in to see if there is work. And that is the most interesting bid. It’s synonymous to going to prospect for work in industrial area where the Indian banyans have control over your financial status. Only that, working online is kind of a surefire especially if you work for a growing institution with an organogram that augurs towards progress and stability.


I freelance for a small company called Cloudfactory (the total office space is a far cry from where I used to work from). It’s one of those firms that offers work yet it takes more than just the ability to work to withstand the work environment. This means that like any other institution, there are a fair share of challenges. It means you have your own to do list. Only that it is quieter and like liquid gas, quite combustible. And like everything else, there is the good, the bad and the ugly side of this job.


While there is more money in the field of sales where I formerly was, it can be lonely and not even a tinge of sparkle if all you are doing is looking at everyone as offering an avenue for a sale. Which inadvertently sometimes contributes towards a stupor of unhappiness. A world where you live for others. Where rivalry, selfishness and a sales cycle awaits you. While it strengthens your negotiation, communication and people skills, it can kill the ethical bit which is never within the scope of law. You can decide to lie at will, or worse still give empty promises in your customer interactions. That said, it’s more interesting to work as a salesperson than an online freelance data entry clerk in my opine if you can make it to be a success story in both. The skills in sales make you a better person, while those in data entry make you a better worker.


The reason why I had to call it a day in sales had everything to do with stress, a job never aligning to my goals in life and constant worries. The manager I was assigned to was the mechanical type who thought I deliberately refused to work even though the support she provided was not up to standard. Her sneer was enough to tell me that we could not gel because a salesperson is concerned with making money at the expense of anything else. As such, I was in constant worry of being laid off, pressure to perform to meet rising expectations but with no increase in job satisfaction and finally due to low motivation, I lost control of what I should do. Plus other exogenous variables, I felt like the impact was contributing to my deteriorating physical and emotional heath. I felt powerless. Yet there is a hotline which I never took advantage of looking back. Would it have changed much?


If in any way the sales thingy would have generally been a cup of tea, I would have done it for the rest of my life without much ado. But since it became a tough to cruise without hitches, I thought that it was time to pursue new exploits. Here, then is my parochial view of what it is like to work as a freelancer for an online company.


I have always been yearning to make forays into the ‘make money online’ thingy(sic). Just to quench my thirst for being able to attest to the fact that you can be able to make money online. If not for the fact that I love adventure, writing and finance industry through investments, I would have looked for guys in the freelance industry to give me more roles, and worked meticulously towards being a fulltime freelancer. Since I am still ish ish, I think I would say I am in it for the money, adventure and what else, the aspect of killing idleness.


Sometimes, I usually think that I should have focused on a career, a fully-fledged one where I am sure of a constant stream of income and growth. In sales, I saw people who had graduated, with more than five years’ worth of experience but were content in the cocoon of serving as a salesperson. Then I thought, ‘The growth trajectory I am to assume was that of being a good salesperson, then a personal banker, probably a branch manager in a tiny branch and the list is endless.’ Before you know it, you have this killed dream and you cannot go back.


When I look back, I feel like I have not made much progress in life, it’s like ‘I am still stuck in a rut’. Ideally, I own only what I need like clothes, a pen, a note book, my shoes no phone, I even misplaced my certificates and a laptop. I pay no rent given that I am housed by a relative. I am carefree hoping one day things will happen out of the woods. Should I be bothered about it? Hitherto I am yet to see real hardship in life. Still, I am sure I will come out unscathed after the hustle.


Here is a gist. Sometimes when you take up low income jobs and become used to them, you find it hard to even apply for a better job with a better compensation package and an intellectually satiating thrill because of the inadequate mentality you may have conjured. It’s like a slavish addiction that is oscillatory and apprehending. You seem like a script cast in stone. Then you wonder what went wrong. Going forward, you understand that life offers more than just being a pessimist and a conformist. Many fear rejection, and that is why we end up accepting our situations. You get tied to such situations and think that they are what you were guaranteed. But when you take some risk, perhaps you can achieve more than you did.


That was a by the way. Working online is like being an entrepreneur. It has it upside and downside. Then again, the upside out surpasses the drawbacks, there is contentment in a way when you are assured of a reliable income. The best part is that you have your rota to stick to. You know when to tweak it to align with your objectives and how you can achieve the most from it using the time everyone else has. The pressure with working online is that it is usually from within. Nothing is as rewarding as having the knowledge that you are doing what you love and you make yourself do it without feeling guilty.


Another trivial reason why working online is enthusiastic has to do with music. You can decide to listen to music while working and this makes the monotonous work more enjoyable. It has become inseparable to the tasks that I do. It is a work aphrodisiac. Music get the physical tasks juices flowing given that the natural sounds improve my ability to concentrate and execute (sounds sexual, nah). As such I listen to music I love and the result is that I have been able to focus on the task at hand for long hours. And that is how I came to learn of baroque classical music. It builds on the tempo. Sometimes there is humming which is soothing, dulcet tones creating a wordless melody, something to help you drift away to a reassuring state that even though you are working, you are still having fun.


There is also the pleasure of deciding that you will work or not. Let me put this straight up. We are human beings, we have feeling and moments in life. There are those times when you never feel like working at all. When in an eight to five job, nobody may understand that you need to have your me time. You put up a brave face, force a fake smile and do what you need to do even though you are suffering inside. When the moment ends, you return to reality, feeling empty and move on because that is life. But with online work that is moderated, forget about the other crowd sourcing platforms where you work with a nebulous crowd that is may not be skilled for the task at hand, you can decide to work when you are in the mood.


The fact that I work from the house is another advantage on my side. It can be lonely though. And few think you have a proper job. None thinks you get tired and consequently must relax. Guys want you to have the traditional job where you have somewhere to go. Where you wake up, go to work and go back to the house after work. When it comes to freelancing you can easily connect to nature when you want. You can visit a friend and when it’s work time, you unleash your workstation and you are good to go. You are never stressed because you only need a laptop and internet and you are good to go. You can even go to a coffee shop, order for one and do your thing there when you feel like. And you get paid on a weekly basis. Sounds good, right.


When it comes to work, the more you become consistent and turn up every day for the task, the more accurate and faster you become. That means that you also earn more. While it becomes hard at the onset, after looking for ways to ease it up, it becomes more interesting and fun. You perfect your skills and become the type who is waiting for work to be dispensed. For those of us remaining because the turnover rate was high, the zeal of eagerly awaiting for tasks is unabated. It motivates when you share the same status in life with others. You know that you are not alone.


The growth prospects are also many if opportunities arise. I have already attended one interview for a conventional job and even though it never amounted to much because chances are I was not well prepared for it. I felt like it was a delectable opportunity even though it was kind of conducted in a hurry. All in all, even being called for it was an exposure that was good. At least, you can be called for an interview given the skills and knowledge you have. Guess my unpredictability in the many jobs I have been in must have contributed towards the rejection.


In terms of the setbacks, there is an avalanche. First, you need to be trained and qualified for tasks. That is a rigorous kind of process because it may be frustrating to go through the exercise if you don’t get it right the first time and the second. You also need internet and a computer, which you can get from a cyber café. But still you need a computer to make it easy for you given that there is a custom-built web browser for the tasks. In the event you don’t have a laptop, you may easily opt out a this becomes a setback.


Again, there is no consistency in work availability. There are times when you think you will find work then it is not availed. What do you do? Many have given up because of the unpredictability. And that is not the major reason. The income stream is quite low for a starter. Even for the more established individuals, it’s not a very solid figure that is competitive. I have a feeling that when you are told by an employer, ‘You pay is within your disposal,’ you should think twice. You can be phenomenally very good, or a lackluster. It all depends on the attitude they say. But the truth is that you are never told that it also depends on other factors beyond your reach. So, with all due respect, be very sagacious as it may not be what you bargained for.


Sometimes you may just be working for the money. To pay the bills, and never to be an omba omba. This job is both physically and mentally involving. You have to skim through a lot of data to be able to decide on the right one to transcribe. That means that you have to be very thorough in your checks. If not, your pay reduces and what else, your motivation. The workload though not very much can be wearisome. You have to keep your eyes wide awake behind a computer and if you don’t regulate the screen resolution, you may end up having eye problems. No insurance is provided. Luckily, my glasses have antiglare.


The monotony of the job is that you never become adventurous. In sales, I used to determine where I worked from. I would visit many companies to solicit for sales, make presentations and that was motivating. I met many people, talked to many and even got new insights that I have documented on this blog though they are mediocre.


What is more frustrating with this job is that sometimes the goalpost shifts when not expected. For example, you may think that what you were doing was right then it becomes the opposite. At some point, I got irked and decided to go and sleep when my average pay started plummeting instead of descending. But because I am looking at the bigger picture, I regain some stamina and decided to learn from the mistakes. Chances are, I was having emotional disturbance.


My final verdict. Nothing is ever rosy. You might think that you will get it conducive somewhere else but it becomes challenging where you are heading to also. But learning on the skills and never giving up hope counts a lot. Your peanuts maybe another’s plenty. At the end of the day, I have realized that the pay does not matter. But a pay with a good working environment matters a lot. Most of all, loving what you do counts a lot.


Hasta la vista baby.


PS: During those no jobs moments, I discovered #DigitalSkillsAfrica and decided to pursue their online course on online marketing. I finished it within a day and realized that I don’t know what I will do with the certificate in terms of job hunting. But then again with the knowledge, this blog came to mind. Once I am stable, I will buy it a domain name, sort a profession web design interface and use the knowledge got to improve its visibility and it reciprocates by bringing in some income. I think that that course is intellectually stimulating but still not thorough for a guy who loves challenges.


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