Learn To Say "NO": A Story of Emancipation in an Office

I've been thinking a lot lately. Office work is nothing but a burden to me. Maybe I don't want to get stereotypical by ranting against my current job. You see, unlike my uncle who works harmoniously in a dc motor repair shop with his good friends, I'm currently immersed in a gossip-friendly workplace. Sometimes I want a vacuum pump repair for my equipment and suck the storytellers in and dispose them to a time-warping black hole.

I believe, from what I have heard, some used-to-be good people saw some changes in me. According to them, I'm not what I was before who was a humble and obeying employee. They see me now as a guy ready to calculate things to his advantage. These are all true and I am guilty of it. What I'm trying to say is that my colleagues were accustomed to a guy who always says yes to everything and anything they asked of me. Well, I just installed a balance rotor. in my system to weigh things according to my advantage and to their satisfaction.

It all started a month ago when my divorce reached its finality. Uncompromised with taking pain from a failed relationship, I went out almost every night to get an ac motor repair in my head. You can never tell someone who is brokenhearted that what he or she is doing is wrong if that's what it takes to feel gratification in the middle of a painful scenario.

On my way to self-destruction, I found some friends who are into lifestyle and women. If you are really into watching TVs, there was a show in VH1 which demonstrated an underground skill to get their lives fixed. It even reached Season 2 and was hosted by the same guy whose identity is widely known in his field of expertise. Well, I met the guys who gave me a new perspective in life. They told me that what I was having was very hard but they can help me. They gave assurances that their assistance is free of charge but not a magic pill. So I gave it a try.

Due to the authenticity of the material I was given, I am not permitted to discuss the specifics of my training.

I put that gun of change in front of my head a shot my brain for a new me. A week after the meeting, they gave me a free seminar on what life is all about, on overcoming fears of failures and success, of rejection and acceptance, of winning friends and defeating enemies. With these inside my head, I was slowly molded into something I was never before. I was becoming my best self.

When I got back in the office, people saw my changes instantly; hence, some people thought my wind generator repair got too overhauled that I was becoming arrogant. But I was not. Saying no to things they want you to do is not arrogance. It's simply claiming your authority in a social interaction. If they can do it, why don't they? It's because they got used to someone who does everything they asked for without any complaints but smiles all around the room.

I am my best self now and they are trying to coerce this change. Would I compromise to their dictatorship considering they are not even my boss or close to it? Hell no!

Although it affects my professional work because of their unprofessional conducts, I am staying for good and won't take their pain. It's their pain and my mere existence annoys them. My happiness annoys them. And even if my newly found friends taught me on how to win friends, they also told me to hang out with people who give you energies of trust and comfort without being parasitic and vice-versa.

I choose not to be with my colleagues. By the way, I met some good officemates I was missing the whole time; brothers and sisters who give me their trust and same thing goes for me.

Come to think about it, I'm not that thinking a lot lately.