for the first time in 5 years, i am dealing with "OFFICE POLITICS" in the capacity of a boss. this is just purely a hassle and its very demoralising. naturally, i have witnessed and experienced people handling in their resignation letters, amiably. but the recent episode, seems to have some effects on me. bad ones, i must confess.
my 5 yr old worker (nt literally), tendered his resignation yesterday, due to some stoopid misunderstanding. my initial mixed feelings in chronological order were:
1) good riddance since so many problems arise due to his presence
2) panicked since i need to some another experienced worker to replace him
3) neutral since i always believe in HB's philosophy of "no one's indispensable"
4) troubled since i know very well, this will not "Be the End"
5) resigned to fate since i cant find a solution, then i just have to grit the teeth and march on
things arent going on well. daryl's sick, hb's sick, and i am also sick. down with severe cough and fever, and hey! goosebumps appearing on every inch of my skin! I am just so freaking cold. Must grit and go on. Cant possibly let setups like dat ruin my life hor? and there's a certain someone i desperately need to pacify - My Empress Dowager. Goddamit!
i think i need to draw from some strength from close fren. if he can endure the lousiest ordeal that can possibly happen, i can too. And to celebrate the new found strength, i am gonna FINISH up my pack of rice. Having gone almost "rice-less" for 1 month, its time i pile on some fats and continue my journey.
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