rK

I've just endured the hardest month of my professional career, and for what? Most definitely not the paycheck, its woefully inadequate, all I can say is that the experience has fundamentally altered the way I look at life. 

The firm I work for took over the management of a failed company. The employees hadn't been paid since Dec. We laid off 127 people and it didn't make the news, we're not as sexy as Zain, no press conference, no hype, just cold hard termination letters oozing complex legal terms designed to shield us from liability. We retained a few senior managers and here they are working every day putting in the crazy hours companies in that industry demand. 

I wondered why they even bothered, until I realised they truly love what they do. The fact that they are in a less than ideal situation, no pay, industry veterans in their fifties suddenly answerable to some fresh-faced 25 year old from a little known company and yet, they're OK, they come in to work , every day, to an office they used to rule , sit down and get to work, huddle up around the water cooler at 10 and trade war stories, "remember when the GM did..." , " remember the time the auctioneers took the Deputy GMs S-Class", they laugh off a situation which I cannot imagine happening to me, a situation that has happened to people around me.

I know people who have lost their Jobs for no clear reason, or for reasons they couldn't control, and each time I think "What if it was me?" and I start making a plan B.

A week later I'm back to my bad old habits, depleting my savings at an alarming rate as I enjoy my youth. I guess what I'm trying to say is we all need to have a plan B, we need to allow our minds to consider the bad as well as the good things we expect from the future. While we plan our MBAs, moving out of mums house, our push to get that promotion, start that company, buy that car, marry that girl, we should also consider the possibility that things may not go as planned, and make contingencies with the same urgency we reserve for the good things we want in life

rK out.

mad memories

so...after being confused by the great soaring falcon n his extravagant use of words that the normal man (read me) cannot for lack of a better word, comprehend what the man is trying to say...also seeing the photos from outside ducci's appartment in the states...got me thinking...we've all moved in different directions, but in a way, were all still connencted, the boys as a group can never be killed by distance or time. knowing that there is a group of people who i will always be close to is jus amazing...and were close for all the silly situations that weve been in...like the sodom n gomorrah nite at red tape when guys were looking at me n papsy like we were mad...or the nite when we got high at whoevers place n it was like 1 in the am n we were walking making noise in westi near A7...infact, jus at A7 itself the shit that went down...guys getting kicked out by 911 cos of noise...the mad gaming days...skiving the crib to go drink then getting home high at 4am...good times, good times...now its taken me so long to type this thing that ive forgotten the point of it all...nyway, people, lets keep this blog alive.