Things at work are nothing but a facade. I have recently been put into a pretty "visible" appointment, albeit one that's not usually coveted. I smile when I think it's stupid, I nod when I think it's unreasonable. It's sheer irony just to think of the fact that whistle-blowing or courageous behaviour are encouraged within the organisation.
It's little wonder why some people sink as low as to backstab their co-workers, while others simply vent their repressed anger at anyone and everyone. It's not enough just to be kind, or nice.
Even though the job satisfaction I obtain from tangible deliverables are now a far cry from my yesteryears at Ground 0, I somehow feel as battered as a rugby player who has been pushed, punched and manhandled.
Being in this organisation, I have been forcefully initiated into the world of soft skills. I now no longer manage systems or procedures, nor do my reports save lives as they used to. I'm now an apprentice in the world of people management.
I can no longer be the little kid who tells the Emperor that nudity looks ugly on him.
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