It’s 8:30pm and I sit in this small office that I share with my Assistant Director.
I look at his desk with one laptop, a black notebook and a pen.
This desk will be empty soon.
This person quite annoyed me a lot. He used to be an ex-office mate in Dubai. We shared the same office although we never had anything to do with each other.
He joined me here in Maldives back in March and I was, quite happy to know that someone familiar will be joining the team. Everybody asked me about him and all I said was, I knew him by name and face but honestly, i never had anything to do with him earlier so I can’t comment on him, work wise or even on his personal matters.
And so I met him, welcomed him to the island and helped him as long as I could so he would be able to settle in the island.
Not long before I found out that this same person told everyone in our team, my new boss included, that I used to be so full of myself when we were in Dubai because I was the P.A. to the (ex) Big Boss and that I am just being nice to him now because I (sort of) report to him (though on a dotted line) and that I can’t do anything about that.
I was like, seriously?
As weeks passed by I then found out what a backstabber he is so I tried to be very careful. I talk to him only as necessary, for work and nothing else.
I also found out that he suggested to our boss to terminate our two other colleagues after using them.
Now because of visa issues and others, he won’t be able to stay with us and he will be leaving in a few days time.
He is still a proud person, although I know that just a cover because I know how f*cked up his life now is.
I don’t want to say that this is karma. I just want to say that, this is life. It can turn around in a matter of even just a word from someone. Just like how a peaceful sea in the morning turns rough in the afternoon even at the slightest change of the wind speed.
We all face different challenges in life and sometimes my complaints about workload or my stubborn hair (who has its own brain and doesn’t follow me) gets shut down when I look at this colleague of mine who will be jobless in a matter of days.
I’ve been to his place two years ago and it is probably not the money that keeps him awake each night. It’s probably the uncertainty.
It is now 9:06pm and as I publish this post, I could only wish him well, with all sincerity.