Journey of a Dream

Letchumi and Yoges (not their real names) must be sneezing all the way in the morning yesterday. Nope they were not in the office, they were either at home or performing some rituals at the temple due to deepavali. Yet the moment I walked into the recording section, Ms Saw (not real name) was bombarding me with all sorts of misdeeds Letchumi did. Letchumi sent wrong parcels to Singapore. Letchumi could not look at people when people were talking to her. Letchumi starts packing at 4.30pm everyday, oblivious of the work that needs doing. Letchumi did this, Letchumi did that.

Before I could escape the room, Fatimah (not her real name), who had been having rows with Yoges for over 10 years, started feeding me with Yoges' misdeeds, how she bergayut on the phone. How her phone calls are due to her ineffectiveness in handling her work. How her clients from the same company are calling her 10 times a day asking for the same thing, and hence, making her look busy when she really isn't. Just then, the phone rang. It was for Yoges but since she was not around, I had to deputise her work and that would include picking up her calls. It was the 5th call of the day and it was only 11am. I was growing weary and tired of making up for her ineffective work. I was frustrated with the both of them in my heart. I was on the verge of diving in the conversation.

Ms Saw couldn't agree more and threw a few more arrows at Yoges. I could no longer keep quiet. The more I kept quiet, the more I would be regarded as sitting on the fence. The fence is the most dangerous place to stand. But I wasn't in the same position as them. If I was to say something, it better be for the betterment of the company. Afterall, I am the so called manager and I am responsible for my subordinate's behaviors. I nodded a number of times, and then suggested ways how we could improve our work. But they were just not ready to give up. They went on and on.

After getting my business done there, I escaped to the sanctity of my room. Backstabbing, gossip, bad-mouthing...I suddenly remembered what the Bible said about it. The tongue is the most dangerous organ in the body. If we do not control it, it will control us. I am glad I fled.