Well... I made a mistake. I shouldn't have bypassed my supervisor, Mrs. Acacia. I should have talked to her first instead of going straight to Mr. Orpheus. But I have my reason. Do you know that feeling of not wanting to talk to someone because you think they would talk you out of it to make the situation more advantageous to them, and you would only realize that you're in a position you never want to be after it's too late? That's kinda how I feel about her.
When I joined the company, I had not finished my study. From the beginning, I made it clear that I wouldn't overlook my study just because I started working. But I would try to find the balance between the two. At first, there was no problem with it at all. She was very understanding and supportive. But at some point, she started to make me feel bad about my study.
That Saturday, I got to go to work. It was near the end of the month, and the workload began to spike. The day before, I told Mrs. Acacia that I wouldn't be able to stay until the evening since I had a class to attend. She said it's not going to be a problem since the workload didn't seem to be at its peak yet.
As usual, I came early before anyone else arrived and started to work immediately after filling up my water bottle. Around 4 p.m, I asked for her permission to leave. She granted the permission. But when I got up and was about to turn my computer off, she said something that implied I might no longer care about the job since I was about to finish my degree and probably would look for another job after my graduation. It's not the words. It was the way she said it.
I didn't say anything. But I was upset. Well... It's true that this isn't my dream job. But I always dedicate myself to what I do. I never do it half-heartedly. Whatever task assigned to me, I always give my best. Most importantly, while I'm here, I'm here. I never give less than my 100%, nor did I ever try to look for another opportunity.
I don't just stay here until I get a better job. And I don't appreciate my dedication being taken lightly. And it wasn't the only time she made that kind of remark. Maybe she's just feeling insecure about how much longer I will stay here. But that kind of remark is just annoying and upsetting.
Mrs. Acacia seems to think that once I finished my study, I would have more opportunities to grasp, and I would go for it. I wouldn't rule out that possibility altogether. But that's not how I made a decision in my life.
For me, it's not just about grabbing a better opportunity. When other people are involved, I wouldn't solely think of my own needs and wants. I would be happy to stay in a mutually beneficial environment. But if I have needs, and I think the people around me cannot accommodate them, I would do it for myself.
That's why, when I decided that it was time for me to take a leap, I chose to go directly to Mr. Orpheus. I thought a conversation with him would be more fair and square. I didn't want to talk to someone who probably wouldn't care about my concern and try to make me stay by making me feel bad about leaving.
But now, I got to bear the consequence of my decision. Mr. Orpheus called Mrs. Acacia to his office this morning. And she's been acting weird since she got back to her cubicle. Like literally pretending that I'm not sitting beside her. She doesn't even get that much to do. It's an early month, and our workload is far from heavy.
She went somewhere long enough after returning to her cubicle and didn't say anything to me. Usually, she always tells me when she's leaving somewhere in case someone is looking for her. But now, she hasn't said a word since this morning. Well, she did say something.
"Mr. Orpheus told me this morning. He told me everything. It's okay. I understand. You need something new. I told him to let you stay on my team. Don't worry about the challenge you wish for. I have talked to Bletilla, and she agreed to grant us a part of her team's job. But you will need to talk to Camelia later about the handover. I've already talked to her too. She's good at handling the job. Ask her to teach you everything about it. You will learn something new in the process. It will excite you.", Mrs. Acacia told me once she got back to her cubicle.
I kinda felt bad when she said she knew from Mr. Orpheus. But her facial expression didn't show any sign of disappointment. And I thought she just treated this as a professional matter. But her behavior doesn't corroborate that thought. And I've been feeling unsettled since this morning.
I know I made a mistake. I wasn't supposed to bypass her. But I didn't mean to disrespect her. I just wasn't sure if I could trust her. And the talk about my resignation. It's not a small matter to me. I wanted to talk to someone I could trust.
And now it causes some misunderstanding. Not that I wasn't aware this would happen. But I didn't think I would be retained. I thought Mr. Orpheus would accept my resignation. And even if the situation gets uncomfortable after that, I only need to bear with it for three months.
I wouldn't mind if Mrs. Acacia said upsetting things or made things hard for me during those three months. It actually would make it easier for me to focus only on work and clean my conscience from feeling bad about leaving. If I'm not treated well for putting myself first when I'm struggling, it shows that I'm making a good decision. But this... Oh, this isn't good. And I get a feeling that it's only the start of more to come.
In the afternoon, Mrs. Acacia sends an email blast to the sales team about the PIC change for the new task I'm about to handle. And for the first time, I see my name in an email, capitalized, bold, underlined, and highlighted.
I don't usually receive emails sent directly to my email address. All work-related communication is done using group email. And I don't like being the center of attention. Let alone drawing all those attention. But somehow, Mrs. Acacia seems to think it's necessary to do.
Seeing my name there gives me a lot of discomforts. It's not just because that shocking announcement was released in such a way to draw so much attention to me. But also because the handover hasn't even happened. Meanwhile, the email says the change is effective immediately.
My heart is pounding, and I get anxious when I find that email in my mailbox. I quickly open other unread emails. Trying to take my mind away from the anxiety. I sip quite a lot of water, which I sometimes do when I feel uneasy. But the heartbeat doesn't get slow down. So I go to the restroom to calm myself down a bit. Mrs. Acacia left her cubicle again some moments after sending the email. She's been disappearing quite often since this morning. Only coming back for a short time or when someone is looking for her.
Not long after that, I overheard Camelia confiding to Moraea, two cubicles away from me. She's expressing how upset she is about how the job was being taken away. She tells her it's disappointing to receive the email where her name was in it, talking about the job she's handling, without anyone telling her in advance.
"Can you imagine my surprise? I knew it all from an email", she tells Moraea. She seems unhappy about it. I feel bad for her. I want to say, "Me too. This is surprising for me too. Mrs. Acacia didn't tell me about the announcement either. She just made the decision on her own. I don't wish for any of this to happen.". But I feel like I enable it to happen. And I feel so bad about it I couldn't say a thing.
When Mrs. Acacia returns to her cubicle and notices that Camelia is around, she says, "Oh Camelia, you're here. Don't forget to teach Athen". "Yeah, sure, Mrs. Acacia. I will do it this evening", Camelia respond. Looking somber. Unable to even let out a forcing smile.
Camelia turns to me. "Let's do it after office hours. Are you free at 6 p.m?" she asks. "Yes, I am", I reply to her. "Okay, until then", she said. Then she goes back to her cubicle.
I begin to get very upset with Mrs. Acacia. Not just because of the anxiety and distress her decision and action cause me. But also because now I feel bad for the impact it has on a colleague who's not supposed to be a part of all these troubles.
In the early evening, Camelia comes to my cubicle and puts a stack of paper on my desk. "Oh, so this is the documents?" I ask her. "A small part of them. If you can help me. There are some more." she requested a hand. "Yeah, sure", I'm while following her to her cubicle.
At the end, I have two piles of paper on my desk, each nearly half a meter in height. "So... this is all?" I asked Camelia. "There still some more. But still in the envelopes. I need to sort them out first. I'll give it to you later.", said Camelia. "Oh.... uh.. okay", I said. Earlier, when I asked if there was a lot to be done, she kept saying not that much. This is what she meant by not that much?? I'm literally buried in paperwork.
Around 6 p.m, the handover begins. My only consolation for the day is when Camelia says some kind words about my ability to grasp the explanation well. "I like teaching you. You're absorbing everything so quickly", she said. She seems happier than this afternoon, and I'm hoping what happened earlier no longer bothers her.
She also shares how she usually handles the job. "I usually spare a day or two focusing only on doing this every week", she said. 'a day or two? I'm not even sure I can spare an hour or two each day, I thought to myself. The nature of our jobs is very different. She's mainly handling projects. So the workload isn't that heavy unless there's an ongoing project. While I deal with the day-to-day administrative and, new tasks arrive in my email every minute.
"When I'm busy with projects, I sometimes put this job on hold until I have time to do it. The important thing is to finish them all before the monitoring report is out. The report is once a month in the first week. I usually remind the sales team to send the documents a week before I send the report. Anything that comes after that will be reflected on the following month's report", she added. Once the handover finished, we both headed back to our cubicles.
I finish my main job before 7 p.m and begin to do my new task work. While I'm trying to focus, Ms. Heather approaches and talks from the cubicle on my front.
Ms. Heather: "You're not going back home yet?"
Me: "Not yet. Still got few things to do."
Ms. Heather: "But your teammate and boss have gone home."
Me: "Yeah, their job for the day is done."
Ms. Heather: "All those are your job? Noone helps you with that?" (referring to the piling paperwork beside me)
Me: "This is not a team job. This is my job."
"Mmmmm.... ", she makes a sound. Staring at me and the piling paperwork for a few seconds before walking to her team.
That late evening I got a severe headache. It feels like my head is about to explode. I can't imagine how things would go if this situation continues. I've been working on the new task work for around an hour, and I haven't even finished a ten of them. Camelia said she receives new envelopes every day. So there will be more work to come frequently. And I don't know if it's possible to finish them all within the SLA.
But of course, what makes the situation much worse is that I feel alone in this. Mrs. Acacia was still in her cubicle when Camelia came to put the stack of papers on my desk. She only glanced and didn't express the slightest surprise about the workload or sympathy on how I was gonna do all those work.
There's no sign of work rearrangement. It means I will still have to do all my current responsibilities. Our work is mainly handling email queries. There's another person on the team other than me and Mrs. Acacia. Glaucus. The two of us usually divide the email handling hours into two in the first week of the month, when the workload is at its lowest. Before and after the lunch break. We're alternating every three or two hours in the following weeks, depending on the workload. And in the last week, when we receive more than a thousand email queries a day, we're alternating every hour, and Mrs. Acacia would also help take a turn.
Other than that, I also handle the documents sent or given by the sales team. Record them on the logbook before sending them to the other department. There are also pending and returned documents from the other department to be sent back to the sales team. The documents and reports got to be maintained daily. Glaucus also occasionally receive documents and makes a monthly report based on them.
"You got to do all those??" Glaucus said with his mouth open at the end of the sentence when he saw the piles of paper on my desk. "Yeah", I responded to him while checking on the paper and seeing each of the documents consist of a single piece of paper. Then he shifted his gaze back to his monitor. Both he and Mrs. Acacia acted like it was perfectly normal to see two piles of paperwork that high on my desk waiting to be worked on. Somehow, they managed to separate themselves completely from my difficulty.
Both of them have gone back home before six. Mrs. Acacia just came back again to her cubicle a few minutes before five. Tidying up her desk and went out with her bag 10 minutes after. Still not saying a word to me. Doesn't seem to care about my struggle. Leaving me here, bottling up all kinds of thoughts and intense emotions I try to run away from. At this point, I'm not even sure if she's really trying to accommodate my wish or just wants to punish me.
I'm upset, mad, hopeless, helpless, disheartened, dispirited, sad, miserable, and depressed. But I don't know how to express them all or if I have the right to do that. I feel like all that happens is on me, and I deserve that. But I didn't ask for this. This isn't what I meant with a challenge. I was talking about the kind of work where my analytic and problem-solving skills can find good use and have an environment to develop. All the paperwork that's just coming. They're just another tedious work in a different form.
When I talked to Mr. Orpheus the other night, he asked what caused me to submit the resignation letter. I told him, "My job. It's monotonous. It feels dull. I'm after something different. Something that involves analytic skill or where I can learn other new skills". That's when he offered me a position on Mrs. Bletilla's team.
Mrs. Bletilla has two team members. Camelia who's focusing on project-based work. And Paris, who's handling the administrative matter.
Mr. Orpheus said he would do a minor restructuring for the two teams. Switching between Paris and me. So then, all the administrative jobs will be under Mrs. Acacia's supervision. While Mrs. Bletilla's team will be focusing on projects. And I would be working in tandem with Camelia until I develop the required skill and knowledge to handle projects on my own.
But now, here I am. Has just been gifted with a whole bunch of paperwork. Did I not say my expectation clearly, or do they not care enough about my concern?
How did my clear message get lost in translation? What do I do now? How will I survive this when none of my team seems to care about my adversity? Not even Mrs. Acacia, who always gives me an impression as someone who would put work responsibility above personal feelings.
Now she seems to be more interested in giving me lessons. It's as if she's waiting for me to surrender and admit I was wrong for trying to look for another opportunity. My heart gets hardened when I think about it. And I think to myself, I will not give her the satisfaction of seeing me give up.
My heart is pounding, and I can't think straight. But I still try to focus on finishing some more of the paperwork. Minimizing the amount I got to do for days after as much as I could. After a while, my eyes get strained, so I look away from the computer screen.
I see Ms. Heather, who's already back in her office and now seems to be focused on her work, and think about what happened earlier. Apparently, I'm not that alone here. Someone does care about how I'm doing.
I go to the restroom to separate myself from the stressful environment. When I get back to my cubicle, I look at the piles of paperwork standing tall beside me and sigh. Staying here and doing some more work may not be effective under this circumstance. I decide to go back home. Trying to find some clarity on how to navigate through this situation.