Adios

Today marks another probable turning point in my career, the end of Public Relations stint with a little consultancy known as Wordsmith. Almost 2 years ago while I was a student doing my diploma, I was roped in to intern for the company, at that time it was a real eye opener.

I got to do stuff which I never knew, saw things, which I never dreamt of and mingled with society’s bigwigs. Then came the slap in the face. I brought home a paycheck that was lower than your average road sweeper, ok, to be precise; a construction bangala earned double more than me.

I endured the ridicule thrown at me by my bunch of friends, things like “your nuts”, “no one can live with that amount” were commonplace in my conversations with them. I thought I knew better of course. After all I was in it just for the experience, the salary didn’t matter. Even though I was being exploited time and again, I thought it was for a good cause.

A year down the road, and I was none the wiser. Thinking I would leave the forsaken office and find nirvana in Perth and where upon my return I would get a decent paying job. Then like a bolt of lightning hitting a gliding seagull, I was given a shot at fame out of nowhere. A publishing house had chanced upon my blog and thought that I was of substance.

They didn’t think I deserved that token salary I was given, and believed my talents could be put to good use in their magazines. I was tempted. I agreed almost immediately. Good riddance to the damned place, to hell with that measly pay and most of all, Up yours! You damned bosses! You can’t use my designs and you can’t shove your insane work mannerisms on me anymore, cause why? I Fcuking QUIT that’s why!