We all grow up believing that adulthood is an amazing thing. We all had gone into university, anticipating the day we fling our caps high up in the air upon graduation, running down the steps of the university, all ready to swim in independence.
As the process of job hunting starts, you go up in a peak as you ready for the first few interviews, and slowly sputter along wondering when is that god-damn job gonna come. When it finally comes, you hope for the best. A great work environment, awesome colleagues, and a cool boss.
What happens when your illusion of a perfect entry to the grown up world is not as nice as you would want it to be? What happens when you end up in a joke of a company. As far as my working life is concerned, there is a rather lot to bitch about.
I got fired six months into my first job, simply because my then-boss decided that he wants to show his employees that he is fair and therefore made me his plaything. He wanted to fire a colleague and I got fired along as well so she would not suspect targeting on her alone. He had expected me that I would opt to stay. No, I did not. I would never let such injustice happen to me. Boss or no boss. (Yeah, I got fired but has an option to choose to stay or not).
My second job is simply not suitable for me, unfortunately. I thought I could do it but I was not enjoying it at all. And I also had some health problems to deal with. At that point, I decided to quit and to fix myself, health-wise. And also mental-wise.
When I was all fixed, the company with which I had my first job, offered me my job back. The management had changed and I went back thinking all is good. Unfortunately, around six months down the road, today, I got retrenched. The company was floundering and the owner decided to simply shut it down.
I could simply sum up that in my short career life, I had gotten fired and retrenched in a span of two years roughly. I asked myself on my way home, what is a bad day? How bad could it get after this? Then, I saw a man sitting opposite me, silently brushing away his tears with his shirt sleeve. A man, crying in public. Well, as bad as it is, I guess he got it worse than I did.
What is work life? I am having some really big doubts. What can I do to push further? What is the hallmark of being successful? How do you know that your job is secure? And by the way, does it mean that if you earn a filthy big sum every month, you are considered a high achiever who has got everything? Does it mean that because your position allows you to wield some power over other people, you are king/queen, someone to be look up to?
To a certain extend, it seems to lose the sense of humanity for me. Everything. Accepting what fate has given me is one thing, understanding it and making it work for me is really another. I was told that whatever that came my way, is just a chance for me to prove that I am stronger.
I hope so. To sum it up, I think nothing makes a bad day. Unless you were killed. Then you really had a bad day. Think of the quake victims out there. Think of the 4-month old baby who died because her parents did not give a shit about her. And the unfairness of it all. For these people, they really had a bad day.
