Just a sec… let me just dust this blog off…. pssshhhh, psssshhhh, psssshhhh.
There… all fresh, just like new. Special plice… just fol you!
I come back here after three months and find, scarily, that my hits are still at around 70 a day. Don’t you people have lives?
So I haven’t written in months — being in a secure job, with a secure non-existent girlfriend, and having no monetary security makes one too content to post one’s angst ridden diatribes on the internet.
Oh wait… I just realized I still have plenty of causes for angst. On we go then!
So I got this job — I deal drugs to foreigners. At least that’s what I say to my acquaintances. In reality, I’m the international business manager at a large pharmaceutical in Bangladesh. I mean in some ways its very ironic (in so many ways, I won’t even get into ’em all). Pharma — my dad’s industry, and the industry which I rejected job offers from not too long ago in places like Belgium (but who wants to live there anyway — I actually much prefer Bangladesh, still), from companies like J&J. But here I am. Mainly coz of my CEO. I report directly to him, and he’s pretty awesome. I’ve never felt like I wanted to be a part of a company, and really work for it and take it as far as it (and I) can go before. In my previous jobs, I felt like a faceless corporate tool, cogging the machine (and sometimes jamming it up). Motivation was hard to come by.
Now I’m finally in my element — someone took a chance on me and put me in a leadership position, and I’m up to the challenge (at least I think so — I could get fired tomorrow, but that would be a surprise, from what I see of the quality of manager-level human resources here). I love it — I love the risks associated with decision making, and I’m not scared to make them. I’ve always been a risk taker, but usually its been in my private life. Don’t get me wrong — the risks I took, even in my personal life, were measured ones. But now I can actually shape long-term strategy by suggesting new (and sometimes risky) courses of action. I can make things happen — with my CEO’s OK of course — after all, this is still Bangladesh, and every company is a one-man show — although I’d like to think that I make it a 1.25 man show.
That’s me — Mr. 0.25. But what’s not to love about this job — not only do I report directly to the CEO of a $50 million dollar company, handling $1.2 million worth of business (I hope to increase that to over 2 million this year), but I get to travel and have people underestimate me because of my age and my lack of pharma experience. I love being underestimated. Watch that it doesn’t smack you in the ass later. My dad said an interesting thing the other day.
“Misha you’ll do well here because you’re very easy going.”
“But, baba (dad in Bengali), I also don’t take no shit.”
“And that’s why you succeed — most people here either are too easy going or too demanding. You are both.”
I walk the fine line of being nice, but being an asshole. The nice asshole, that’s me. You’ve all heard me say it before, or read it in between the lines of my blog, or been subject to it in the form of my caustic humor, after which I quickly say “Just kidding, ha ha ha, I didn’t really mean that.” Even tho I did. My psychologist friend once said that there’s no such thing as a joke. Fuckin’ shrinks.
So yeah — I get a free hand (to some extent), to grow the department and my business as I see fit, and I’m not one to sit around — put me in a position where I can succeed, and I’ll take it as far as I can go. And drag you all with me, whether you like it or not. I’m gonna tear shit up and make shit happen. That’s the American way.
In some ways, this recession was the best thing that could have happened to me — instead of being put into a mid-level managerial position where I would slog out another 3 years before I really made a difference to anyone, I was forced to come back to Bangladesh where the quality of the educated workforce was so low, that I look like a star! Score! Its strange — I’m really content to be here for some time — these days, in our fast-paced professional world, its often tough to find an opportunity like that. The only complaint I have is that there aren’t enough women around here. But maybe that’s a good thing. I’ve always had a soft spot for the ladies.
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