“But what if I make a mistake?’ Will asked.
Gilan threw back his head and laughed. ‘A mistake? One mistake? You should be so lucky. You’ll make dozens! I made four or five on my first day alone! Of course you’ll make mistakes. Just don’t make any of them twice. If you do mess things up, don’t try to hide it. Don’t try to rationalize it. Recognize it and admit it and learn from it. We never stop learning, none of us.”
― John Flanagan(Erak’s Ransom)
So i made a mistake.A big one,actually. Remember how i told you all that i’d stopped being useless and secured myself another job?That didn’t last long.
Let’s recap how i got here in the first place. About 2 months ago, i was sitting 15 hours in front of my laptop,staring at my inbox(the rest of the hours were spent sleeping to avoid reality). Sitting and staring day in and day out,growing a paunch for the first time in my life. I watched the Grey’s Anatomy reruns all day long. It came 4 times. I watched Meredith Grey worry for 4 hours everyday(how exhausting and rich with indie music is her life?!). In fact, mad with joblessness, i had resorted to googling things like: what that beauty spot on my foot actually means,why my heart line is cris-crossed(i had to first google what the heart line was). Took tests and realized i’m right-brained, likely to have spotlight lovers as my best friends and may end up settling down in New Zealand.
And help arrived. In the form of a genie! This genie was apparently a very successful genie and needed a writer of sorts. See, he ran this genie business in one subcontinent but now he wanted to increase his reach to other countries as well. But genie also ran many other businesses(probably coaching other genies-to-be) and couldn’t do this on his own. So he asked for aid, and i appeared. I was to spread the word of this delightful service that he provided,write good words,converse with people from those countries,create a genie fan base. I was to update his genie website, tell others about why they needed his service,how it could do them good,what they’re missing out on, and how they could get on board with this genie service thing. Since,writing(ranting) is all i do, i thought why not? This will make sure i’m not lashing out at my family just because i couldn’t get anything. They’re not at fault. This’ll keep me busy for now. Yay.
It did.If anything, it kept my mind from going kaput. It gave me a purpose everyday. I need to get up by this time,and start the genie talking by this time,end it by this time,go to sleep by this time. I was happy that i wasn’t being a potato. No longer was i yelling at my family,no longer was i avoiding my friends. I was busy and happy. So where did it all go wrong?
No appointment letter. My genie boss never really acknowledged my presence formally. Whatever he needed,it was to be done in a hurry. And whatever i asked, went unanswered as he was in a hurry. After hurriedly hiring me on a genie telephonic conversation, the next day i was asked to do a 3-day job in 8 hours. I did. He was pleased,i was eager as i had something to do. Then he left for the foreign lands we were trying to attract. After he reached, his genie phone couldn’t be reached,neither could his genie email. But i didn’t worry. He’d be back soon. When he came back,again the phone calls resumed. “I need this tonight,that tomorrow”. Like the obedient employee,i complied. Oh,and pray tell where my appointment letter is? “It’s in the mail”. Right there is when i should’ve woken up my sleepy brain. Who does that? You hire someone and you provide them with at least an electronic semblance of a proof,if not the actual letterhead thing. But i willingly swallowed his lies because i saw what i wanted to see and believed what i wanted to believe.
I needed this to be legible. I needed him to be a good boss. I needed his excuses to be honest and true. But most of all, i needed this job. Why,you may ask? I’m applying for further studies the coming January, and any proof that my work got published would do me good. The requirement is necessary,actually. I was in a hurry and desperate,i saw a chance and took it. When i’d gotten into my previous job,the first thing i’d done was hound the HR idiots to send me an appointment letter. I had sense. Now,i was blinded by need,by urgency and didn’t cover the loopholes. Besides, the idiot that i am, i thought, “no way in hell can this genie be a cheat. he’s a 40yr old supernatural(or whatever genies are) and runs so many businesses. He told me so himself!” My my,am i a dolt or what. Or Taylor Swift silly. Or Debra Fucking Morgan blind when it comes to her own serial killer brother(though thank God that’s not the case now).
Anyway, i still kept working,true to my telephonic promise to him, Sir Genie. My mailbox gathered dust and no appointment letter arrived. One month passed and no salary was received. I was hesitant in admitting the truth. Partly because of the gravity of the situation and partly, because i thought it would be unprofessional to badger him with my incessant requests of solid appointment proof. He’s such a busy genie. So many wishes to fulfill, so many people to meet.
Today would be the third and final day when i called him up on his genie-hotline and he didn’t receive. Today would be the 10th day since I’d asked him about my salary and my letter. Today would be the 3rd day since i sent him my resignation. You see,since i’d promised him i’d work this month as well(i don’t go back on such things), i still update his genie page. Because i’m also hoping that all this would turn out to be a nightmare and he’d give me a letter and money. Even while typing these words i’m hoping he’d at least email, at least respond to my queries. So far,blank.
Now i don’t want to stop my updates on those pages.I’ve created them,put my thoughts into them,garnered a fan base and i quite like what i do. But, after getting counseled by almost everyone, i’ve decided that it has to stop. Some of my good friends were so supportive, they suggested holding those pages mortgaged until he gave me my due.Or hacking into his twitter account(what?genies are advanced,ok.). But the fault is mine, I have no proof. So, even annoying him serves no purpose. Besides, it’s not something i want to do at all.
So,here i am. Conned, and hopefully, with my edges sharpened. This annoying experience has made sure that in future, i’ll be careful. Besides, however meaningless all of this was, it kept me from going insane and gave my life some structure. Though the genie is a world class turd.
I’m back to getting up an emailing everyone and anyone i can with a hope that someone out there would take a chance on me(now that ABBA song is stuck in my head). Let’s hope that i keep jogging(le paunch has vanished,thanks to the huffing and puffing), and that the future experiences are not all this bitter. So maybe i’ll annoy you less, and annoy someone else more. And maybe even get legibly paid to do so. Until the next post
Oh,and the turd?I’ve done what all people of my generation do when they’re pissed at someone, i’ve blocked him. Know this,genie,i still wish you well. As Sergeant Doakes’ would put it eloquently,