I Don’t Think So Anymore

The hours bled into each other, and stained my life with the borrowed colours of a man that has either been working too hard for so long that everything was now on auto-pilot with the mind switched off.
She came into my room at about 5pm, a little waif of a girl no older than 19 years old with pimples erupting all over her face with oily hair streaking her forehead. Her hunched shoulders and perpetual gaze at the floor signaled total submission/defeat.
“Sir, I have a little problem… and I need your help” and she slid a piece of paper across my table.
I saw that she had a couple of unapproved overtime hours from way-back in October. Company policy dictated that I either declared it burnt or gave her off-in-lieu.
Taking into consideration all I knew about her. An extremely junior staff who worked hard and grabbed every chance she got for overtime. Went and came back from all her breaks on time. No complaints (but no compliments) from the people she dealt with. Came from some mountain village up in central China. Her monthly salary was probably the cost of 2-3 meals for me back home. Probably sends almost everything she earned back home to help her farmer parents and kid brothers & sisters.
Looking at her sternly, I slid a RMB50 note across the table to her and said “Next time you are to report any unapproved overtime to me immediately, and not wait until the next month!”.
She beamed a huge smile at me, and huge tears began to fall from her (now) red eyes, then she nodded her head.
“And don’t tell anybody what just happened here!”
By now she was bubbling away. I dismissed her from my room and smiled to myself for a long time.
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Do not mistake my gesture as an act of kindness. The only reason I did it, was because I wanted her to spread word of my benevolent goodness to the rest of the employees. And I knew she would.
In other words, I am a hypocrite. A lying, self-effacing scumbag that will exploit any situation to his own advantage.
Everyday, I put on a show. I work endlessly at being charming and nice, because people will only help you if they like you. And you need people to help you to get things done if you want to be successful.
Here is a fact - I can’t stand to watch the parts of a movie where the hero has to deal with defeat or loss. I am pretty sure it’s because I can’t deal with defeat or loss in real-life.
This show has been going on for so long, that I can’t stop this facade or disguise. People wouldn’t help me, if I were being me. I am not really nice or likable. What really terrifies me, is that there is no alternative to my situation.
And everyday, I spiral further downwards into fear and self-loathing.
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