Hey Pauline where have you been?

Mark visited my office this morning. And his mission was to ask me why i stopped writing. I felt bad and decided to visit my blog. Life has not been easy for me since September and i have not been myself. I am just telling myself that i am just going through a phase. 

After September, i have had quite an experience at work. Remember telling you on September 19 i was going through anxiety? maybe i had a premonition of what was going to happen. Come 1st October i received a letter from the HR. It indicated a salary deduction citing low funding. But it also came with added responsibilities as my supervisor who had received the same kind of letter had decided to resign.

After the supervisor left, the organization boss called me to her office and was given instructions. As i sat there listening to her, i imagined what entailed the instructions she was giving. In this organization, the boss has the last word. Oh and i tell you she does not make decisions alone. She has a personal assistant who she is fond of calling 'Miguna'. This Miguna is the source of the sack letters, salary deduction letters that have affected the lives of staff who have been working here in the last decade. She is always said to add salt whenever boss decides a certain staff must go.

They say you should not spill the beans of the hand that has fed you for years, but that is not what i am doing here, i am confessing. When i went to bed that night after receiving instructions, i felt how unfair it was for my supervisor to have left me all alone. She has not actually been like a boss to me.She has been a colleague and we share a lot in common including a name. She is the one who helps me out with my Anti retro viral therapy problems like when i cant swallow the bitter pills she exchanges her coated ones with mine. She has been like a sister to me. 

The next morning i came to the office very early and wrote a letter to the HR declining the salary deduction notice and of course citing my reasons. I also declined responsibilities that my supervisor was doing. The miracle that happened was that my Supervisor is back. I felt excited over this. 

I am happy for now, but the letter came with a wake up call. I have overstayed here and got to move out before i am handed another letter and you dont have to guess a dismissal one. All i am praying that getting somewhere else comes first because i wouldn't imagine the personal assistants smile while handing me a letter of dismissal.