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One Month

It's been a month since I've started work. And I'm not quite sure whether I like it or no yet.

On some levels, I like it. Despite the ruined Saturday nights, when instead of living it up, I'm stuck inside a cold office, working my butt off till at least 11:3o in the night.

I enjoy the work. It's fun and challenging and there's something new every time I go out on a story. I've learned so much I never knew a month ago. I know how to assign stories, to pull from the system. To communicate to the photographers exactly what pictures I want. To sub-edit stories and talk to people and get my work done.

I've gone on my first ever press conference and had sushi at the ITC Sheraton. Met my first sets of pseudo stars and covered a wider genre of articles than I could have thought possible.

In short, judging by the work aspect I love it.

What I don't like however, is the work atmosphere. There seems to be a lot of behind the back bitching going around, that I'm not exactly comfortable with. My school of thought being that if you can't say something good about someone, don't say anything at all.

And none of these people in my team seem to be acquainted with it. The moment someone leaves a room, it begins and if they aren't doing that, they're all belly aching about how hard the work is and how the boss doesn't seem to understand them. All of it culminating in my boss resigning on Monday and our team now being left leaderless under someone who isn't exactly the best leader and boss.

Sigh.

I hope things get better soon. Though I'm sure my first salary will smoothen a lot of that over.

Comments

Homecooked said…
How is your new boss? I am sure you'll love the job soon. Back biting happens everywhere. Try to make atleast one close friend. It helps to pass the time in office. In my first job it was the juniors versus the seniors, so I had a wonderful group :)

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