Corporate dramarama

Projecting PPT on a vertical glass table and writing on the projection with a marker while talking- there is something so effective and charming about making a point so effectively! Someone really wants us to progress…

Half of your body goes right under the workstation table, bringing you closest to the PC at the perfect angle… someone brilliant has planned workspace interiors.

The snug chairs and carpet in the conference rooms, the amazing paper quality in notepads and gliding gel pens… who thought of pampering us?

The LCD screens of our computers, the jazzy laptops, the coffee options on the vending machine, the auto janitor in fragrant washrooms, the personalised corporate stationery… someone please tell the inventor of these that we are not superhumans… although we should be for the sake of carrying responsibilities.

Fancy visiting cards, identity cards, placards at airports, nameplates on doors, signature line in emails… reminds us who we are…  very few get this, so we better do something while it lasts…

Pressure is crushing…

Please don’t get up one day and wonder, ‘what the fuck am I doing here?’ coz you knew it all along, its just that you got more priviledged and experienced to ask that question…

Just get up and leave… bow down for the final time to the place who made you a person in the face of challenges, conflicting interests, compromising choices, temptations and heartbreaks…  

…And we are still not complaining about the patriarchy in the corporate vein. That’s the party pooper.