Hazia’s Reflections

The cleaner shared a shocking update yesterday afternoon. She said something ’strange’ happened while she was carrying my 3 bags of garbage to be thrown away 2 days ago. I dumped out lots of old magazines and old folders, so those were 3 bulky black plastic bags.

At the door to our office, the HR Exec stopped her and forbade her from getting rid of those. She had to keep my garbage in the store room. What!!! Don’t tell me she was going to go through that! Why stoop so low? So, that was the source of accusation in her boss’ email yesterday, the part about me not shredding documents and throwing away clients’ files. Initially, I had thought it was one of those busybodies near my place. Both of them had no clue on how we worked. Most of the clients’ stuff is in softcopy on the server, many people can access them this way and it saves physical space. I myself hardly had anything in hardcopy.

The fact that she would even think of rummaging through my piles of rubbish reflects her THRASHY MIND and SOUL. Yellow is the colour of her heart. I should have included something rotten and smelly in the bags, like leftover meals, hehe… Bear in mind that was her spontaneous gesture, wasn’t inspired by her boss. She’s even worse than her bad-to-the-bone boss. This little revelation at my 11th hour was perhaps God’s way of showing me her true colour. Looks like she has been the office exaggerator all along, she watches everybody like a hawk and hypes up the finding to report to her boss.

I could have cabut earlier today since the whole office was stuck in a 3-hour staff meeting, one of those never-ending discussions on team structuring and job descriptions. It amazed me why they kept on giving the spoilt junior staff an on-going platform to air their grievances. Why open the floodgate? You could never please everybody anyway, just make a decision and stick by it. There is a rationale for the traditional management structure. The moment you allow junior staff to control management decision, and you allow it again, and again… Well, it’s a never ending story. And their heads kept getting bigger too.

Nevertheless, to avoid another pay cut, I asked the taxi that I booked to fetch me after office hour, instead of at 4pm. He was further delayed by another appointment so I had to wait until 8.30pm. Imagine, shuffling my bags here and there. The building’s guards were really nice to take care of my things while I had dinner.

I spoke to an ex-colleague on the way back. She said people kept on telling her every place has its own politics, but what we experienced there was something else. It was a strange culture, you had to be in it to understand it. She said whatever it was, remember that I’ve just taken the most important step this year. Yeah, I’ve done a lot of important things this milestone 2007, but this particular one is crucial. I felt like piles of rocks have been lifted from my shoulders. Not only I won’t look back with regrets, I won’t even look back.