Note: This thread is dedicated to all those who think they are doing well in whatever they do without even relating/comparing themselves to the best!
November 27th, 2006: I step into the office. I am shown around, introduced and shown my seat by my supervisor. I like the office, I like the people. They have successfully created their best first impression.
The next one month, I see myself going through a flurry of documents, cases and references. And then I hit the pause. What are all these? Most of DO relate to my theoretical background, but how do I convert it into a practical one?
And how helpful will my co-workers be?
Names avoided, lets call my immediate colleagues A, B, and C. Each one is a different character to the extremes.
A loves being the knowledge bank, and is good at it. Everytime I asked B or C about anything, there were those looks of concern!!! And here I am, scared to death, because everybody will be questioned about me before they make me a permanent employee.
B is cool, silent and smiling, and the experience inside makes B closer to perfection in work, and is often used as an apple-to-apple comparision with my work. B is helpful and a delightful co-worker.
Now C is also a delightful coworker, but touchy at times. Unsolicited suggestions are communicated with a touch of seniority and they sound as if other options would land me in trouble. And I oblige, my ideas of efficiency thrown away for a continous input of idiosyncrasies!!!
I feel disturbed.
If I work, work and work, and not communicate, I will be branded a nerd. And if I communicate, my work is disturbed. By communicate, I do not mean the discussions related to the profession.
Are they evaluating me?
Am I happy with what I chose to do and what I am doing?
The life in office has become monotonous. Not a very good thing to say for a person who started work just three months back. The "reminders" that I am not designed for an 8-5 job, as Kamal said, are kicking me in the butt.
But my financial dependence stops me from looking for freedom. But I will be free one day...I am waiting for the day...when I'll have nobody dictating terms to me. Nobody evaluating me! Nobody forcing their inefficient ideas over me.
Weary...yet wary.
November 27th, 2006: I step into the office. I am shown around, introduced and shown my seat by my supervisor. I like the office, I like the people. They have successfully created their best first impression.
The next one month, I see myself going through a flurry of documents, cases and references. And then I hit the pause. What are all these? Most of DO relate to my theoretical background, but how do I convert it into a practical one?
And how helpful will my co-workers be?
Names avoided, lets call my immediate colleagues A, B, and C. Each one is a different character to the extremes.
A loves being the knowledge bank, and is good at it. Everytime I asked B or C about anything, there were those looks of concern!!! And here I am, scared to death, because everybody will be questioned about me before they make me a permanent employee.
B is cool, silent and smiling, and the experience inside makes B closer to perfection in work, and is often used as an apple-to-apple comparision with my work. B is helpful and a delightful co-worker.
Now C is also a delightful coworker, but touchy at times. Unsolicited suggestions are communicated with a touch of seniority and they sound as if other options would land me in trouble. And I oblige, my ideas of efficiency thrown away for a continous input of idiosyncrasies!!!
I feel disturbed.
If I work, work and work, and not communicate, I will be branded a nerd. And if I communicate, my work is disturbed. By communicate, I do not mean the discussions related to the profession.
Are they evaluating me?
Am I happy with what I chose to do and what I am doing?
The life in office has become monotonous. Not a very good thing to say for a person who started work just three months back. The "reminders" that I am not designed for an 8-5 job, as Kamal said, are kicking me in the butt.
But my financial dependence stops me from looking for freedom. But I will be free one day...I am waiting for the day...when I'll have nobody dictating terms to me. Nobody evaluating me! Nobody forcing their inefficient ideas over me.
Weary...yet wary.
2 comments:
i likd da way u handled da blog wid gr8 sensitivity....in 1 word 'nice'!!!!
Your ethos and pathos and their bathos are quite understandable.
Wishing you get what you actually seem to think to get....at the earliest....
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