I think many of you would be able to relate to this particular post from the title itself. First of all, apologies for the radio silence. My dog got bitten and operated, I re-watched all of Friends (queries for all the seasons shall be entertained), went cuckoo over Game of Thrones, and spent a couple of days in literary bliss reading The Silkworm (J.K Rowling's newest). So you see, I've been pretty busy.
Back to the topic then. So I'm even busier now, as you can see, having just started my job. Just kidding, this is one of the rare free moments and I felt the yen for writing coming on. Starting work is definitely liberating in several dimensions, like you earn your own money and a few lucky ones like me get to save almost all of it, living at home. But you get pissed and pissed on nice and proper too.
First and foremost, the parentals. Especially if you have a job with no ending time. With weekends working, which is often the case here. Where the initiation party involves a farmhouse, lots of alcohol and a pool. Does not bode too well for the caretakers. Your mother starts missing you like you've gone away on holiday. And don't even get me started on driving back late at night, or in the rain. Everything from sending the driver to self pick up will be suggested. (They love me too much, so not complaining :P)
And then, there are the people you deal with on a daily basis. I'm not talking about my colleagues, who are really awesome (wink, to those who end up reading this). I'm talking of those horrific mental cases who feel that just because they give your company money for a service, they own YOU. If I had a rupee for everytime I've felt like kicking said idiot's ass, I'd be a very very rich woman.
So you see, there's a fact you should know about me. I really am not very good at the multitasking thing. So I end up ignoring a lot of people, simply because my job involves being in people's faces all day long, and I'd probably scream like a lunatic if I have to look at my phone once more. (Sorry, guys).
One of the worst and best parts of being in a Sales role is visiting any mall/shop/kiosk thereafter, and knowing exactly what tactic that salesperson would use to hook you. You end up grinning in a resigned, and rather superior manner. Horrifyingly, that's probably what most people think when they meet us. You also develop a kinship with the Vodafone and Airtel sales people, but mostly to criticise their cold-calling skills. Really, could they BE any more disinterested? Also, you end up knowing the bank holidays better than your own calender, develop a mastery at making cheques and lately, swiping cards. :P
But most importantly, you develop a thick skin. Which has been a perk for me. I'm known to break into tears at the drop of a hat, and I've really caught myself crying less. Though my chocolate consumption has gone up, because for me dorky client= stuffing my face with a huge piece of cake. (Self-serving logic)
Do comment below with your just-started-work experiences!
Ciao!
Back to the topic then. So I'm even busier now, as you can see, having just started my job. Just kidding, this is one of the rare free moments and I felt the yen for writing coming on. Starting work is definitely liberating in several dimensions, like you earn your own money and a few lucky ones like me get to save almost all of it, living at home. But you get pissed and pissed on nice and proper too.
First and foremost, the parentals. Especially if you have a job with no ending time. With weekends working, which is often the case here. Where the initiation party involves a farmhouse, lots of alcohol and a pool. Does not bode too well for the caretakers. Your mother starts missing you like you've gone away on holiday. And don't even get me started on driving back late at night, or in the rain. Everything from sending the driver to self pick up will be suggested. (They love me too much, so not complaining :P)
And then, there are the people you deal with on a daily basis. I'm not talking about my colleagues, who are really awesome (wink, to those who end up reading this). I'm talking of those horrific mental cases who feel that just because they give your company money for a service, they own YOU. If I had a rupee for everytime I've felt like kicking said idiot's ass, I'd be a very very rich woman.
So you see, there's a fact you should know about me. I really am not very good at the multitasking thing. So I end up ignoring a lot of people, simply because my job involves being in people's faces all day long, and I'd probably scream like a lunatic if I have to look at my phone once more. (Sorry, guys).
One of the worst and best parts of being in a Sales role is visiting any mall/shop/kiosk thereafter, and knowing exactly what tactic that salesperson would use to hook you. You end up grinning in a resigned, and rather superior manner. Horrifyingly, that's probably what most people think when they meet us. You also develop a kinship with the Vodafone and Airtel sales people, but mostly to criticise their cold-calling skills. Really, could they BE any more disinterested? Also, you end up knowing the bank holidays better than your own calender, develop a mastery at making cheques and lately, swiping cards. :P
But most importantly, you develop a thick skin. Which has been a perk for me. I'm known to break into tears at the drop of a hat, and I've really caught myself crying less. Though my chocolate consumption has gone up, because for me dorky client= stuffing my face with a huge piece of cake. (Self-serving logic)
Do comment below with your just-started-work experiences!
Ciao!
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