first of last blog

alright this is my last and final attempt at blogging... if i cant write or continue writing i will never ever ever try blogging again... let me tell you one thing clearly i am blogging this time for someone... someone in me...

so lets hit it...

i will start with a crib post... this is something i had written for a website of a friend... this post is about my Ex (job)... so here i go.

dementor at its worst

My boss… when you see him first thing that comes to your mind is well groomed rhino. But I calling him rhino would be an insult to living things that have anything remotely linked to emotions. I am not saying he is insensitive as he senses all the opportunities to bash you just fine. He is also good at sensing the opportunity to eat into credit of your work too. Like they say I was a genius, but this boss ruined me. When I came to this work I was all charged up and geared up to conquer the world. but I came I saw and I refused to move.Conquered, I did. But that came out to be this credit stealer’s triumph in front of the who is who of the organization. And look at his guts instead of praising the good work he started ridiculing my efforts. He started comparing my other work parameters with employees in other region, other departments, in other organizations and eventually on other planets (he thought it was funny).After that instance I refused to work and went on an informal strike, where it would seem like I am working to the whole world but I would not be putting in quality effort. It started reflecting on my numbers, oh by the way I am a sales guy for one of the global banks and my life moves around these psychopathic numbers which someone sitting in some other world decided for me. So I do nothing more than a number, I am as good as my numbers and may be I am a number for someone sitting on the first step of this ladder.Now my bad number will also mean a bad luck for this rhino so one day he decides to give me some gyan. But may be I got on his nerve by being a sympathetic listener and he went on telling me that he did not care (actually he need not have told me, I knew it just too well) how I met my numbers. He said do whatever but get me those numbers. and than he defined that whatever. This definition included meeting the female CFOs and remind them of their old days also finding the CFOs with new found sexual tendencies. Was he serious? Do I care?But everything was still ok, my strike was going on and I was still able to put up a good face in front of him and counterparts, till last week when I got to know that one of the deals that I had cracked for him got nominated for the best deal continent award by this global bank. And I was never informed about.It makes me think that is it just him or is it embedded in this organizational culture, that until you are at certain level u will never be heard. Until you do good perception management for your super bosses u will never get credit. Until you do something that u would soak their asses u would never climb the steps of that ladder. But now the things are ok I am on my way out of this global bank. But are they really ok, coz I am moving to some other MNC bank and who knows I just find another rhino waiting for me.