“You ever wonder why there was a job opening in the first place?”
I laugh at the lines from one of my favourite movies- ‘Jurassic World’
I ask my supervisor “How do you handle job frustration?”
He smiles in a funny way. Obviously, he would. What would you say when an eighteen-year-old teenager asks you about handling frustration at work?
He accepts that he goes through the same feelings. He also gives me advice in the form of personal experience. “You learn to be patient and keep yourself calm and composed”. I recall another one of my supervisors demean him the other day when he made a blunder at work.
There were many such instances when racism or prejudice prevail in the workplace. However, you learn from mistakes and humans make mistakes. But some workplaces want machines, not humans. That’s the sad part; in today’s world, we look for perfectionists and try to be ones. But, I think what the world really needs is uniquely messed up humans who are compassionate enough to be empathetic towards their kin.
In a world full of Chatur Ramalingans aspire to be Phunsukh Wangdu- (3 idiots reference).
It took me nine months to form a connection with the people at my workplace. It’s difficult to find constants in places that deem dedication, loyalty, and hard work. Being an introvert is not easy, especially when you are working for a big company.
The question for me is:
“Are there other opportunities outside? Should I stay, or should I go?”.
These questions haunt me throughout my day. Routine scares me, and it seems like I have found my routine here. Dress up fancy, act cold-hearted, mind your own business, work like a donkey for hours, accept your paycheck every fortnight and the perpetual cycle of monotony continues.
I remember one of my fellow co-workers talk to a customer about how he was a social person who loves talking to people. But this workplace has ruined his ability to be happy and social. The fact that scares me the most is that he has been here longer than me. I just started nine months ago and have already started seeing the flaws in this system. Some nights these flaws keep me up, replaying in the abyss of my mind.
Wondering how MNC’s and businesses make complete fools out of people- stealing our money, multiplying their own. It’s not a story of a particular company, everywhere the situation is scarily the same. Abroad or at home, chaos and confusion are what the world looks like to a newly morphed adult like me.
There is no hope anywhere.
Institutions and workplaces like the one I work at require dedication and hard-work, skilled labourers who waste their time and energy in one place. Once they get the hang of it, they are expected to stay. Job loyalty you see. Kind of like drug-addiction but somehow worse. Increasing the wage to capture their employees with benefits and plans of being a part of something big.
My friend told me the other day: “The worst thing that could happen with you while working is you getting attached to your workplace. You end up getting stuck in one place.”
I recall seeing my friends struggle to survive in another world. Miles away from their comfort zone – their home. Being intellectual enough to run companies of their own yet moping the floors of another company they don’t even like working for in the first place. “They will make use of you for 100$ an hour and not even pay you the half of it.” one of my friends says, fed up with her life abroad.
We have become immune. Immune to the judgments of society, the policies of work, the rules meant to be followed. What creates criminals? I think mostly dissatisfaction with the system or injustice. There are very few who are strong enough to maintain their calm.
A friend of mine who works three jobs, at different food sectors, discusses the difference in cleanliness in each workplace. The privilege of being a part of something and seeing how a company works is beyond amazing. But finding the flaws and warning loved ones about it is beyond shrewd work.
I wonder what the future holds for me and my friends – promotions, patience, privileges, and progress; if procrastination doesn’t crawl into our lives destroying our already messed up world.