Tears on the conference table
You guys know I love my job, right? I have blogged about it incessantly, praising the nature of the job, my boss, colleagues, the tea breaks, the personalised toilet paper with one's name embossed in gold... You get my point.
So a couple of days back, I hit the first rough patch in my job. Our semi-client cried on me at our meeting. It is a matter of great sensitivity and is as emotional as they come, and that person has all my sympathies. But that's all I had to offer both in that conference room as well as now, because my hands are tied. When the semi-client started crying, I did not know what to do or where to look. So I just looked down at some documents, and tried as best as I could to give the impression that I was not galvanised into action not out of stone-heartedness but out of compulsion.
As compelled as I feel to blog in greater detail about this, I do not think it prudent to do so. It's possible I may leak some stuff which I shouldn't if I divulge anymore, but suffice it to say, the honeymoon is over vis a vis my job. I still love it, and I'd still rather this job than a lot of others, but the band doesn't quite play as loudly each morning when I walk into my cubicle.