Poison or Piranhas, if you were to choose…
November 14th, 2008I was relentless in the pursuit of career advancement. Taking risks with career moves almost to the point of recklessness, I must have been the cause of much concern amongst members of my family. Driven is not too strong a word to use; I felt compelled to not only step up, but to step into the breach, a void, or vacuum. My blind faith and determination never faltered or failed me; and I kept true to my chosen path.
Until I landed the job of my dreams. What should have been a crowning moment, rapidly degenerated into a casualty of war. Two weeks into the perfect job that had taken me nearly a year to land, I knew something had gone terribly wrong. A gut feeling told me that the situation was unsalvagable; to cut my losses and run. I remained at this job for nearly four years, attempting to disprove what my instinct had been screaming at me from the outset; I should have cut and run when I still had the chance. Yet I stayed. And I learnt.
Even now, I am truly stunned by how poisonous and toxic this environment was that almost consciously fermented outrageous behaviour. Our department became nothing more than a school of vicious piranhas hunting for a feeding ground; you were safe so long as you weren’t bleeding and in the water. Exposing a personal vulnerability or professional oversight was enough to have you gored to the bone in a feeding frenzy designed to embarrass, humiliate, and shame the victim in the most public way possible.
Why was this done, and so deliberately?
By focusing the glare of attention upon the hapless victim, these ghouls attempted to downplay their own inadequacies and failings. Out of their depth and unfamiliar with the basic concepts of security, they sought to undermine each other at every turn to compensate for their lack of expertise, knowledge, personal integrity, and professional maturity.
An NBC (Nuclear, Biological, Chemical) filtration mask would have been a most welcome addition to the employment package I received at the outset; that would have given me more of a fighting chance. But I learnt to hold my breath, get upwind, and eliminate the source as quickly as possible. As for the piranhas, at all costs avoid a school of them, there’s no way you’re going to win that fight. Best to creep up on them, gut them where they lie, and slip away before they recognize a mortal wound has befallen them.
It may be hell in the trenches, but the conflict’s bloodier in the water…
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