The days have been short and nights, shorter still. Working hours no longer mean 9 to 5 these evil days. Employment contracts are not unlike Sale and Purchase agreements for your very soul. Strains of Hotel California bounces off ghastly walls.
I once asked my boss,(a dragon lady who munches on fools for breakfast), how to have a work-life balance.. to which she just snorted. So much for that.
I used to complain that I didn't have a mentor. All I can say is, be careful what you wish for. Especially if you land one who is a perfectionist, blunt as a doorknob and as judgmental as Augustine Paul. Yes, I do have all the luck.
Oddly, I now hold a job that any wide-eyed and bushy-tailed career woman would jump at having. And I am as enthusiastic about it as a lobotomy patient.
Don't believe anyone who tells you to make yourself indispensible. Job security is only one half of the penny. Keeping your sanity is the other. Do not underestimate the joys of having a workfree weekend or a vacation devoid of a frantic call from the office.
Simple pleasures once signed away are hard to regain. Unfortunately decent paycheques, once attained are also hard to relinquish.
So lesson of the day ladies and gentlemen, is caveat emptor. Let the buyer beware!
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