A Shout

I am so over this job. I've heard that sentence from most of the boys on site. I heard it in Abu Dhabi while we were doing the Gulf Air gig at the Emirates Palace, and once again, here in Oman where we've been for the past few days doing the World Summit on Innovation & Entrepreneurship. It has always come from somebody else and I never thought I'd say it myself being the perennial positivist super trooper. But that is exactly how I feel right now.

Yesterday, I had a minor accident in the parking lot where I managed to somehow land on the right side of my right foot and scored a few bruises on my fingers and knee. I expected them to lay it light on me but expectations are the mother of all fuck ups.

At the end of the day I just said fuck it and removed the bandage to give me more mobility as, of course, who would fetch their coffees and burgers and whatever else they fancy. No wonder all their eyebrows flew up when it was casually mentioned during breakfast that there would be a reorganization in the production team that would give one person the power of information and other quite relevant responsibilities. How can a girl who makes their coffee for them on site be an Operations Manager?

Niceties and politeness falls on deaf ears and apathetic souls. The same courtesy is never reciprocated anyways so why the hell bother? At the end of the day, it comes down to motivation. What is that one thing that can keep me going in spite of all the shit I've been getting? The promise of progress and improvement and being able to rise above it all one day, these thoughts enable me to hold my head up and look them in the eye.

It helps that I'm flying back to Dubai tonight, otherwise the real challenge would start...to move even just one step. I am so over this job.