January 25th 2007
A coupple of days ago, I was summoned to see the AGM for a "chat"
Normally if he called me for a chat that means there has been a "feedback" ( to put it nicely ) but I see it more as a complain.
It began with...
" I see that you are very stressed... what has been the cause ?
" Is the workload too much...that you cant cope ?"
" Are you too new in this sector that you need more time to prove yourself ?"
I am stressed...YES...big time !
To the point that I dont feel like going to the office ( I have had this feeling eversince they wanted me to shift and be with the rest of the sales/project team)
Reason being there is CID officer sitting next to me on my left that is keeping a hawkeye on me all the time. This makes me feel so uneasy and I hate it when someone is keeping tab on my every move, everyword that I type, every page that I view, every email that I sent.
Whenever I asked her a question she would reply me with..
"Its your project now...you are handling it"
"Dont you read the quotation ?"
or she would say...
"You didnt add this...that..!"
The way I see it... she is always ready to pounce at the slightest glitch.
She can make mistakes but she doesnt tolerate others making mistakes.
I hate it when someone throw a project at you without a complete briefing.
If there is something that you are not sure or want to double check, you will get a snarl.
We had to find out a lot of things the hard way. Making mistakes and groping and struggling. When infact a lot could have been saved if only she had given a complete briefing.
So last night after coming back from the hall, I shifted my monitor screen so she could not observe every word that I type.
Wonder if she got the message ?
Cold, cold heart..!
It's a human sign
When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation's strong
Into the boundary
Of each married man
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands
Cold cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better baby
Just passing through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it's no sacrifice
It's no sacrifice at all
After the fact
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act
We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns