Tuesday, May 22, 2007

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I know I should post this on multislackers. But I didn't have the heart to do so. I didn't want to make everybody look bad just because I was really retarded on my job.

I have had issues regarding projects. My first one killed what you call, my *gasp* "confidence".

Face it, these days, project-wise, I do not have that anymore. The confidence, the sparkle in my eyes whenever a compiled project runs, the triumphant feeling of successfully completing a code, and the glory I feel after each work is done. Nothing. Everything I do from start to end seems to feel inadequate. The fear, the worry, the judgment, the immense amount of paranoia. To the point that I don't have the slightest sense of better judgment, the reign of the proclaimed "ST" queen was over.

I have no clue if it is with regards to the people I've worked with. Some are generally bossy. You know, the feeling of being in control is probably highly satisfying on their part. Fresh live meat ready for the taking.

I have been bossed around for quite some time. Day in, day out, side by side, commenting on how I should design things, how I should run things, and in the end, letting them take over how I work. That was a time when I was really in my utmost low. Lower than the floor, lower than hell sort of feelings that maybe, it was all too much.

To the point where I had to fight back, not in a nice sense but in my wrathful, angst-ridden demeanor that have certainly lessen the ordering around, but not my self-esteem. Which I say has already been blown quite completely.

Too late.

Nobody was at my side those times. They either picked on me or made fun of me or sided the others. And I had to do that while I was concerning myself with work and my personal life. I produced a very low-quality module that was eventually taken off the system.

Up till now, I still carry those fearful thoughts. That I will always have a label "The Girl Whose Module Got Kicked Out".

It's been 5 projects now. I had been appointed to a title called "Technical Lead". I may have added responsibilities, do a few more tasks than I'm supposed to, helped a few glitches here and there. But I don't feel successful, nor do I feel any more better than who I was when I started out working here, as "The Girl Whose Module Got Kicked Out."

Everybody who probably knows me in the office would be rolling their eyes when I say this. I'm too emotional. Or I really don't work my ass off. Or I spent most of the time feeling sorry for myself. To name a few. Some share their triumphant working-their-ass-off moments. And they reprimand me that I don't "work-my-ass-off". Because their hard work really paid of. But mine just got tossed in the trash bin with all the other rejects.

How can you even prove yourself wrong when everybody already had etched in their minds how to think of you...When they try and prove you're worthiness, but with them eagerly watching from the sidelines awaiting for your failure for them to take over. Showing you what a reject you are.

What a failure you are...

1 comment:

Knight said...

Dear Friend,

Find yourself a break. I think you need it and earned it. My unsolicited advise/opinion are these:

1. The 'key' to success is 'clarity'. Literally refuse to leave a phase (i.e. Design) without having fully understood the ins and outs of your modules. Better regarded as "slow" than have troubles later where it counts.

2. Disregard the opinion of others, they are only of value if they are helping you get the job done.

3. If you feel that you are not currently productive in your post, then discuss it with someone with the ability to do something about it. Request a re-assignment to another project. You are no good to the company (they are not getting their money's worth) in your current state. Perhaps you are better suited for other projects.

In closing, (less the emotions), I think your points are valid and should be addressed.

Hope things work out, and YM me if you ever need a friend.

Cheer up. You they are not paying enough for the amount of stress you are subjected to.

-Dens