so my bubble burst. . . all these days brooding about my bad job and about my need to leave, I always assumed that I could always take one of the many job offers that land in my inbox, breeze through the interview and take charge of my life. . . Wrong!
I finally scheduled an interview with a firm in Gurgaon, left work early and went in to see them. I knew it was all wrong the moment i walked in, From the first whiff of air I knew this place wasn't for me. I dont want to recall anything about it, I dont think it was too bad an interview, but the written test transported me back to class 12. Its just something about these stuck up places that want you to believe that they're cool.
It made me sad. You could smell the politics.
But this was a good experience, why you ask?, cause now I know where I am is not such a bad place after all. Its my state of mind that needs changing. Maybe I can be at peace for a while now.
you walk into work on a Monday morning, there blows a soft breeze outside, the weather is fantastic. Its that time of the year, when you see summer transition into a Delhi winter, which means pretty soon all would be covered in a delicious haze as far as the eye can see.
You walk into work and eye your desk, with a hint of exasperation, you dream of working at a cafe instead, where you could bring someone a red velvet cake and indulge in some conversation with a delightful hippie from France. How satisfying that would be, you think.
You snap out of the reverie and sigh, swith on your computer and go back to your desk job that pays a respectable sum of money.
This is my monday morning quit-your-job inspirational quote.
"Remember, money is fabulous but you can’t put a price on freedom."
Sometimes I am so constantly shuttling between despair and exhilaration that I leave myself confused,there are days at work where I am sunny and beaming, feeling blessed and happy in the company of friends, and then there are those days where I am bleak to the point of falling of the cliff, where I feel like I've walked into a dark room and just cannot find the switch to flick the lights on. I've stopped taking it too seriously now, I read blogs where I see people go through the exact same thing, makes me believe that a quarter life crisis could really exist.
I picked up some movies and tv series to watch while commuting to work, so till I feel good enough to bring my best game to work, I am watching Suits, this lawyer and show and its soo good. Harvey Spector....ooh!
In other news, we have a bit of travelling to do before the year closes, November we have Chennai for a cousin's kid's first birthday - which I might add, I don't get the hoopla around, the kid is o…
You know winter is arriving when you fought tooth and nail to stay in bed Evey morning. So its October and it's delhi. Durga puja has come and gone, Delhi is waiting for Diwali and then you know new year won't be far away.And just like that we'll close another year. I've been traveling in the metro a year now and every day is like watching a cast of characters pass through a sit com. There are sleepy guys, creepy guys and those who want the entire train to hear their big boastful conversations.These days I oscillate between liking my job and hating it. Sometimes liking my life sometimes hating it.I dream of winter sun at habitat center and then come back to reality with a thud.Waiting for winter now.
I sat and reread some old posts from the dark ages,the previous job that is.And I was surprised to find that for a while there I felt exactly as I feel now. The dread to step into office and the coworker hostility are all the same. The only difference? Back then I didn't give myself the option to quit.
So I got blogger on my phone and I am firing away. Its amazing how my absence on this space was linked with making the effort to log in and type away. Often by the time I got around to logging in and putting my thoughts on 'paper',said thoughts would vanish.But here's hoping that changes and I go back to resuming the enthusiasm I had for a blog.So I showed up to share that I made superlative lunch today. Authentic dal makhani and aloo capsicum. I am proud and beaming. And not being modest.So what if my career is down in the dumps, I've got me cooking mate!Ta-la.
When is it okay, to quit a meaningless job?Is it time when you are 50 and have tended to most of your domestic obligations? Or can you retire at 25 just longing to smell the fresh grass having no plan?Who decides? Where do you find the courage? Why is something so simple so complicated?
when neither the people appeal to you nor the atmosphere.
there are days when I want to walk into my boss' cabin and say, "sorry, not working out for me". But practicality stops me, why give up a decent job over a whim. Why not just lay low and get the job done. Why not just earn your living, rather than try to "Love" what you do?
But is that living?
Shouldnt I be smelling the rain, watching the trees, enjoying my tea by the window, staying home and cooking and being proud of myself for seeing the satisfaction on my husbands face, dreaming. . . instead of sitting in an office and being borderline humiliated for not getting the job done ?
As I read on TheMadMomma, "wohi to jeena hota hai,Nahi to sirf EMI bhar rahe ho."
So since the last time I was here, a lot of things have changed. The biggest of which has been my attitude towards my job, and to think there really was a period in between where i'd started liking it.
So I was in a great position, or so it seemed, with people under me and with lots of authority when the work pressure started to mount. I began having sleepless nights and began dreading each day. I started to spend more and more time at my desk, taking shorter breaks and avoiding friends at work. I noticed that even after putting in 12 hours at work, i still felt like i needed more time. Just a little more time.
I began to crack and all my relationships began to suffer. A work opportunity sent me to California for ten days, it was such a great thing to happen to me, no one else at work got it but I did, and I still feel like I blew it. I went and came back, all the while missing home and feeling terribly alone.
I came back to an office where my subordinates hated me and I in tur…
"My my, such a corporate slave you've become honey, That you can't think beyond managers and authority.", is what I wanted to say to the woman who asked me a variation of the above, at work.
I think its idiotic that your ego is on the line the moment you get asked what you are up-to.
Its when I encounter people like these, which I do everyday, that the realization hits me, I must make a life outside work, so that my world isn't confined to such experiences. If I don't venture out, I would also be stuck in the politics of hierarchy, who's on top and why?
ugggh, sad sad little world of office politics.
p.s. I AM her manager, she just doesn't know it yet :P
I've always been a foodie, I take after my dad in that sense. When I was younger, and we lived with my paati(grandma), she made no attempts to hide that dad was her favorite child and cooked exclusively for him. Then I came along, and me, the first grandchild became her favorite lil fatty. She would cook and I would gobble it up, I was a no fuss baby, in that regard.
All through adolescence, my mum urged me to cycle, run and diet. The more she pushed, the more I resented it. My heart was never in it. The more she said, "dont drink that coke!",the more I drank cokes chup chup ke. I would take my cycle every morning and leave, my mum was mighty pleased, but I would make about one round and choose to settle down on a bench in the park, reading a book. Call it rebellion, but I was never the health conscious one.
But all through that time, in school and college, I did feel fat. and by virtue of that ugly.
Now when I look back at those pics, I am surprised that I wasn't a…
Two girls, chatting noisily as I enter the compartment and take a seat. As imagined, Its about a boy. The talk continues for 4 stations as their naiveté reveals itself with each sentence. I want to say something, but stop myself in time.
My last job was an out of college, "lets take what I get", doe eyed experience,
where I entered the world of IT alongside hundreds of other graduates, fresh off the college boat . The training lasted 3 months which were all about sizing up the competition, enjoying your freedom and the general partying your life away. Then came the exams, which made us miss our mommies. Some got through them with ease, others struggled with second attempts and some with still more attempts. At the the end, those of us left thanked God profusely and breathed a sigh of relief.
A month of respite and we got projects, a lot of time was spent in getting acclimatised with the new environment, the people and the general feeling of important work happening all around you.
I got a Bangalore project and happily joined and figured out in a month that I didn't like any of my teammates and that I would stick to being in office from 9-6 and run home any opportunity I g…
I still recall my first day of college, Mum dropped me to the main building, off I went clutching my bag and not letting anyone see the fear my eyes held. There weren't any classes, just orientation sessions that left me disoriented for the most part. I didn't make any friends, I just politely nodded at people and smiled back.
At four, my first day at college had ended and I finally heard my growling stomach. Someone pointed me to the cafeteria.
As I entered, the hullabaloo of college students hit me, frightened me. I stood in front of the large menu for ages, trying to make up my mind. Feeling deeply self conscious. I fumbled with the money in my new wallet, took out a twenty and found my voice, "Bhaiyya, ek pepsi." He grumbled and slid me a coupon.
I bought my pepsi and sat at the farthest table, drank it trying to pacify my stomach. I felt like a hundred people were staring at me, which is why I didn't buy any food. I wanted this to be over.
I quit when I finally got good at it, when people started relying on me. I quit when I became party to the gossip rather than be the subject, when I made friends there. But I quit when I learnt what I had to and I knew it was time to move on.
Its been a month now, I left the job in Noida and moved to one in Gurgaon. I take the metro to work now. I've been catching up steadily on my reading, finishing Life of Pi and reading Wodehouse, which makes me laugh out loud in a crowded compartment causing much embarrassment. .
My birthday came and went. . . Priya came and went.
I am wondering now where my writing went, where that little writing bug which lived i me went. . .
I read wonderful things these days, I gasp at the beauty of people's writing but cant get myself to write anymore.
Dont know what happened.
This post was propelled by a college classmate asking me if I still blogged.
Yes, I wanted to say. . .and do some justice to it.