It’s a phase where I am getting bogged down by the legacy of a brand that I carry with myself wherever I go. I thought I washed it out when I joined my present college, but turns out I was wrong. I know I can be enthused by this fact and use it to my advantage, but right now I’m somehow not in a position to do that, and it quite sucks.
This is the fifth office that I am in. And I have had enough number of people around me to talk about their offices as well. I think if I say that I want to work in a place where the ultimate management is not in Indian hands, it would not be a baseless statement. There is a difference in culture that trickles down. I don’t like working in non-clean, low on decorum, high decibel level kind of places.
I have felt pressure in and realised incompetence of my college on various occasions, but I have always accepted things the way they are. It takes a lot for this college to frustrate me with its system because I was prepared to face whatever shit they dole out. I do comment and crib, but that’s more like a routine thing and playing along with everyone else around. But today, I am bloody pissed. I hate this director, and I hate him! He might like to believe he is a workaholic, and people might like to believe that he has a strong network, but the fucker thinks that the world can function on his whims. Someone tell him he is wrong. He is one of the people I will get back at one day in life. He is making me succumb to things that I strongly oppose, and I will so not let him get away with it. Whenever my day comes.
On a lighter note…
I am the only woman on my floor in this office. And it is not exciting at all. I think something in me is dying.
Jargon rules in this industry. I’m going to have a tough time. Minutes of a meeting are referred to as service report. Bledy.
P.S. – I got more piercings in my ears. One of them is hurting. But I’m happy.