We all got to do a job..
I’ve been in the corporate sector for a really long time now, and even after so many years of application, aside from the work per se, I have only bad things to say about my experience..Maybe it’s because I’m in a 3rd world country..Maybe because I’m too good at my job, so there is really no need to prove myself any more; whichever way you look at it, the corporate world just doesn’t treat its female workers right.
I’ve applied to so many jobs, and at various times I’ve received various reasons for rejection. My track record shows employers just the opposite of what they want to assume. So, now, despite giving so many tests and interviews, I think that I am going to just start my own company, where only like-minded people will be appointed so that there is no politics and no high drama.
I love sitting in my room at home and editing away till midnight; I also love just spending time on the internet reading and writing, commenting and viewing, contacting and selecting, reading from great authors, or contradicting some viewpoints, gloating away on my published work, and cringing away from my own stuff that I just refuse to own anymore.
But work means a commute, which is not so bad..You get time to just breathe and take in the fresh, but highly polluted air. You get time to let the wind blow in your hair and allow the poet in you to take over.
But work, however, also means people, and a people’s person, I am certainly not. I just don’t know how and why to get along with my co-workers, my bosses, my colleagues, the peons and staff and all the janitors and waiters, waitresses and so many others. And I am religiously (actually spiritually) inclined, so I just can’t make peace with the corruption that goes on in co-ed and overtly crowded offices.
The situation is never ideal. At most times in my career, I have been teased by jealous younger men and women who are so poor in their work, but survive just because they add the entertainment value, nay, even the comic relief in heavily laden and highly charged situations.
I want to work where I am liked, but most places I am hated because I don’t join in the corruption, and because I mostly overshine over my stupid and invisible colleagues; sometimes they do so badly that they actually appear to be LGBTQ, and that is really not so funny after all.
I have no idea what to do with constant attention from someone like Purvi Shah. With her it’s never about work; it’s always about survival and competition, about evil and lust, love and loss, with her being always on the loser’s side. Men like Janesh and Jagdish keep making her an issue..She’s never able to articulate what her problem is, but she always needs collective support to win any battle, and she’s never alone, and when she’s alone, she’s only having sex, regardless of with whom and what, why and how. She’s the most celebrated Playboy Bunny in real life, and it can get really pathetic dealing with the clusters of manic depressive and other psycho and sidey people she’s constantly hobnobbing with. Where is the work in all this? No, in offices in Bombay, there’s just so much that most people end up doing.
I don’t know how, after a while, after you’ve become CEO or AVP, can you keep smiling at romantic rejects, who are just waiting to decapitate you? People just huff and puff, talk and cry, and that’s it, their battle is over. Nobody mentions work; that’s only for nerds like me to handle. So, now, when I go for interviews, I always talk about who is going to be in my team, and I never return happy. CEO bosses above you always want to make sure that you partner with people you hate. I have no value for Purvi Shah, but they will always make it a point for me to work with her, and so many other losers like her, like Sonal Katira, or Divya Warrier. These girls maybe the boss’ s pets, but to me they are just pieces of furniture with no intrinsic value because I know that all their battles will be over before they begin, and because they are helpless women, men will let them get away with doing virtually nothing the whole day, every day, every month, every year, and now, over 20 years..
So, now I know, and you know, that work isn’t just about words and emotions, writing and editing..It’s about how clever you are; it’s about how you can walk over everybody who is just waiting for you to suffer that next nervous breakdown, and it’s certainly not about enjoying your next promotion or party.
They say that when you apply for a job, you must research the company, and that’s what I am going to do, because I am sick of tired of being manipulated and played, and you know what, I will most certainly get rid of you. ..