Quitting your job

3 years and 2 months. or 38 months. or somewhere around 1150 days..or about...ok..let's stop at that. My stint at my company(ex-company) has come to an end. There are thousands of people who really bitch about their job and company. But I am sure most of them, when they leave the organization always reminiscence about it. Well. I am part of the majority and fall under both the categories.

When I used to work there, it was invariably a continuous barrage of the issues that we faced there. It was a typical human reaction to shout out as to how badly treated we were. I call it "The crying baby syndrome". A child will cry only when he or she sees that there is somebody close by who can appreciate the high decibel value around. Similarly an employee. He or she will crib about how bad it is to certain types of people.

1) People who are in the same situation like them

2) People who are in a better situation than them

3) People who are in no comparable situation at all

This happens primarily for the following reasons.

1) to get sympathy

2) to assess who has got it worse than you

3) to make someone glad or happy that they arent you

4) to make someone jealous

The sympathy reason is very short-lived. There is a limitation on the duration that a friend or colleague or relative or a partially deaf grandmom will listen to you rambling about your work.

The assessment reason is also short-lived. Once they find out that they are worse than you, they will either move into the sympathy mode or just hate the very sight of you. Either you will get tired of them cribbing back to you or they will disappear faster than a paycheck.

Making others happy wasnt the reason why we were put on this earth so the happiness reason also is short-lived or rather non-existent.

To make someone jealous with the state of your issues at office either requires two things. One, your version of having things bad is like A.Raja having to count oodles of money. It just isnt bad. You think its bad. The other thing is you must be talking to a really sick masochistic person whose version of fun is to have toothpicks prick him under the nails.

So it all comes down to this. CRIBBING IS SHORT LIVED.

Let me get back to my life here. I have absolutely nothing to crib about my job. Aspire was a really fun place to work at and great people to work with. I would say the best three years of my life had just ended. Dont ask me why. Lets just leave it at that. I miss the people, the bonding that existed not merely as fellow workers but friends beyond work. I miss the activities that happen there. Being a part of the team that comes out with ideas for the same, it was indeed a pleasurable burden. I miss the break sessions in the evening, which sometimes become distributed sessions eating up all our time. I miss driving out in the night to catch a quick bite to eat at a local dhabba or restaurant and returning in time for a client call.

Now that i am almost thi...uh ... twenty six, i think i have earned the right to give advice to people who are at work. Complain all you want about your job. But do that to the people who can make a change about it. If change comes, it comes. But cherish all the moments that you have when you are inside the office. Trust me, those are never coming back. You would move on to a better office, bigger place and most importantly a bigger paycheck but that instance, just right there wouldnt be coming back at all. And when you come out at the end, you might not have left with a lot of memories, a lot of friends, a lot of enemies too. But whatever little you get is going to be very unique for the rest of your life.

Love you guys at Aspire...and also love you Aspire.