I spent a lot of time compiling my work and identifying discrepancies. Not that I created them, since I inherited most of my work from those who left the company, but I have begun to realize that:
Things aren’t any more beautiful than the nice comments about them that you hear prior to taking up the tasks. ALWAYS.
What can I do, I am no more a trash place for the work pile not immediately resourced. It’s not like I have a choice. That’s the worst part of it. That’s the down hole of being bonded. Other regular permanents have the choices to leave. If work becomes haywire, jumping ships becomes feasible. Unfortunately for me, I don’t have that option. Come what may, I am expected to bleed and hack my way through without any escape. I can’t escape it, at least not in the near term. The consequence is too high to bear.
But some think of that as a security, that the job is guaranteed. I beg to differ. Security comes to play when you talk about something volatile, inconsistent, fluctuating or something that’s not really stable. In oil & gas, yes, the price maybe is, but the demand is ALWAYS there. There’s normally always a demand for a job in oil & gas because the output of this industry is all the time a MUST. Let’s not even quote the numbers.
Other than the most valuable opportunity to learn and gain experience, it’s no different than doing time in a penitentiary (except that I can go home some times.) For the crime of taking some money from a big corporation to further studies. If the corporation was really thinking about investing in me, they should be wary of what I’m stepping into. Now. If things don’t change, 730 more days and it’s just my body there. No mind.
