Asalaamu alaikum,
I having been bloggin’ much because after the trip, I came down with the flu. Silly me. I was blaming the pollen of Atlanta when it was own body failing to adjust to the temperature. That’s the first time I ever had the flu and that wasn’t fun. I had to miss work a few times and I had to drag myself to the doctor to get the right diagnosis and prescription. I still can’t believe that I only paid $13 for my bloodwork, saliva test and overall examination. Even my dental exam was less expensive. In the States, that visit would have cost me at least $500 without insurance.
But alhamdulillah, I’m coming back to my normal self.
But permit me to rant a little and I promise this won’t take long.
Being in the role of a manager, I’m realizing the different ways in which people are motivated. Some people are self-motivated. It’s a part of their personality. They’re always looking for work. They’re always willing to help and they thrive in environments where they feel needed–like they have a special pupose. I love these kind of employees. Alhamdulillah, more than half of them are self-motivated. There’s one guy in particular and I know that if he’s deployed on a special project, not only will he get it done…he’ll get it done in an efficient professional manner. Too bad I can’t clone him so that I can replace the ones I have to dang near threaten with job loss in order to get them to act right!!!!!
I don’t like confrontation and from the looks on other peoples’ faces, they don’t like me when I’m like that, either. I don’t like telling people that spending two hours on company time to plan your wedding reception ain’t exactly professional. I don’t like telling people that 9 am means 9 am, not 9:30am or 10 am or 11 am or whenever you feel like coming on in (and then having the nerve to get upset when I call you out on it!). I sure don’t like telling people that burping out loud is just wrong (a lady should know better), and picking your nose is sooo wrong (especially while you’re eating your lunch. For the love of Purell, don’t try to shake my HAND!)
Oouuf! (Emirati version of stressed out sighing)
I know what the problem is and honestly, my bosses suffer from the same disease. We are too nice. Too friggin’ nice. Cut-throat Wall Street types, they are not, despite our dry-cleaned suits, briefcases and tailored slacks. They are professional, hardworking and self-motivated and they’re all-around good Muslims trying to fear God and handle their business at the same time. And unfortunately, people take advantage of that. I feel like its beneath me (and the employees) to start ragging on how they aren’t performing well–especially after they have been warned verbally and on paper. There are some people–subhan’Allah, you increase their salary and their job performance soars. Then there are others– they get an increase and slack off on their duties and complain about how they deserve more.@@
Enough already. I’m sick of it.
Okay, I have to be mean? Fine!
Fine, since you think your skills are so hot that you can find a new job in this depressing job market.
My rant’s over. Hopefully I won’t knock out the finance manager and bury him alive in an unmarked grave in Umm al Quwain. (Did I mention that despite all this stuff, I still love my job?)








