The purple satin of office politics

The best way to find new topics for a blog is definitely when you are alone. My silly habit of going to a coffee shop with a book has earned me profound insight of workplace culture in Pakistan. Not that I have not lived in Pakistan for long, rather I never left Pakistan but my work experience is of the size of a midget. So I rely on my passive work experience; that is eavesdropping on other people’s work conditions, which is good enough for me to supplement my experiences at workplaceJ.

So as the dusky babe sitting on the next table was uttering expletives I figured out the poor soul was actually not wrong. Her boss whom she referred as ugly duckling was a total dragon. It turned out, that the most creative professions were getting uglier by the day. Shama the sultry girl was working in the PR company where she was to bring out of the box ideas for the clients and their positive images. Since I was doing PR for my former company I very well could figure out what she wanted to say. Poor Shama formed best ideas for clients, worked hard on bringing the most novel ideas for not only brands but also good renowned people…I so wanted to tell her that the world is small and she should not be spilling details out in public..But poor girl, I could easily reckon she is so quitting the job that she is giving flying farts to her illustrious employer. Anyway, Shama’s boss had easily taken her hard work credit away from her in the eyes of the top management. “She is a b****, bloody purple satin I hate her politics” uttered Shama, for a moment I wanted to tell her not to besmirch her own self in public, but I am sure she would have sworn at me too. So I flippantly, turned the page of my inane book since Shama’s life was so colorful the plot of the book seemed totally dead.

Once Shama was pacified my thinking machine was getting restless, as to how the working ethics in Pakistan have dwindled. Just yesterday I heard my own self saying to a friend about some other girl at work “she has slept her way to success” today I realized how easily I maligned someone. It was about a girl’s dignity but just because we both don’t get along and we both are in the same team how could I say that about her. Her working mode is different from me and just because I do not like her work I was so spiteful. The dilemma is that office politics grows exponentially when the office is loaded with women. It is not, that men are saints just that I want to border my view point on women. Why it is that even a profession such as teaching is totally embroidered with politics, making a lobby of teachers who will thwart the other gang to not be appreciated anywhere; in front of the principal, other parents for that matter even students. Family politics was always there it is a fact like we all are to have nose on our faces. But, office politics was a fact that was realized after many a years of its existence. It is now that women after entering the man’s world are ruining it even more. Stealing credits, getting chummier with higher ups, tweaking the office policies for their own convenience all is rampant. Again, men have been active office politicians. But, women have serious ulterior motives because if once they are hurt they will avenge it over and over again.

It is like a rerun of your vengeance; they just don’t let go of their anger for their enemy (read the female coworker who did something wrong once). The point is one thing leads to the chain reaction of hatred. The politics in women at work is equivalent to weapons of mass destruction, because even when the less liked ones leave the office, their deeds are recapped, and talked about. The point is the politics gets DIRTY. The more I talk about it, the more flaws I find firstly in my own self and then around me. *sigh* the silky soft satin synonymous with women and nice things about them is now the embellishment of office politics, the paragon of being wicked…