An open letter to the boss who fired me

You say it's not my fault

My performance has been good

Outstanding in fact

I won star of the quarter a few months ago

So then why am I being fired?

No, not fired! Let go

That's what you called it

If you love her let her go

If she comes back she's yours

If not she never was

I never was.

You called the team your family

But blood is thicker than water ______

The team that I built from scratch

The team that I listened to, mentored, and grew

Someone who you were ready to fire 3 months ago is now taking my place

I find it ironic that I saved her job only to see her replace me.

Good deeds never go unpunished.

I will not list the astrocotoes you put me through before you fired me. They are the tale of every Indian corporate employee

But I will say this - when you turn a recreational activitty - team movie night into a compulsory chore - there's something wrong there

When you start cutting salary for being 10 mins late there is something wrong there

When you ask for to do lists by 10am but amble into office at 11am there's something wrong there

When you ask someone struggling with COVID to complete video edits by 5pm 

When you fire someone without notice, not even an hours notice

When you assigns someone's desk to a new joineee who I hired before telling them they're fired

As you already know, you are not the first boss who's fired me, the last one just said I want your resignation on my desk by EOD' in a fit of rage

But he had the decency to let me serve a whole months notice as per contract and helped me figure out my next steps

You lied about helping me with my job hunt

You lied about paying me severance

You lied to all the team who asked you what happened? Why was Parnika fired so suddenly?

No let's use the word fired. Let go is such a euphomism

And let's tell everyone why I was fired

1. You didn't have the budget to retain me

2. You did not like me correcting you when I said marketing can not be directly responsible for revenue, only traffic

3. You did not see value in my work cos I wasn't dlient facing

4. It was a choice between Xxx and me and you chose Xxx

Yeah these could be the real reasons.

Don't give me that restructuring bullshit.

When you said that word I wished you luck. I very maturely bowed out and said 'i hope this restructuring helps you achieve your objectives'

Did it?

Everyone i worked with while i was there has left

Those who remain you treat badly, don't pay, yell at publically.

Captivity of Negativity

Life feels like the beginning of a fairy-tale, 

when the fair maiden is trapped 

in a tall tower by an ugly witch, 

or a cruel stepmom makes her 

scrub floors, darn clothes, chop wood. 

Or overcome by motionless slumber 

she lies in the middle of the woods 

awaiting that special kiss. 

I sit here as if I have no choice but to sit here. 

I work hard as if all I can do is work hard. 

I talk to people as if I care about people. 

I talk of myself as a stranger. 

I want to get to know me. 

I want to find out what it is that keeps me alive, 

what makes me tick, 

what makes be wake up every morning 

and breathe through the day. 

Showing the world who I am 

involves knowing who I am 

in the first place. 

Knowing what I want. 

Everyone around me 

seems to be doing what they want to do 

with their lives 

or at least on their way there.

I'm not even close. 

I stay doing the things

I know I don't want to be doing 

simply because I don't know 

what it is that I'd rather be doing. 

I don't want to be the person 

who sits around waiting for things

to happen to me. 

For now, I snuggle in my gold sweater 

and itchy as it is, I'm comfortable. 

A split second of darkness makes things clearer. 

Each of the fair maidens lived 

by waiting for their happy endings, 

which involved a fairy godmother 

or 7 dwarfs or long, silky hair 

and ended with a handsome prince 

sweeping her off her feet. 

Then again, I'm no fair maiden 

and my story's not going to end with 

'And they all lived happily ever after' 

I think it would make me happy

if it just ended with 'And she lived'.

Hickie

The red gash is now just a tiny rash.
;) ;)