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I have compiled few truths that have made me stronger.Nobody stays. Everyone leaves at some point of your life. The sooner you learn to cope and accept that you will be alone for a long time, the better. Even our parents leave us someday, death spares no one. Make yourself comfortable in being alone.Only your parents genuinely want you to do better than them. Everybody else’s face just goes pale when you do better than them. Humans are competitive by nature. Half of the people you know are just waiting to trip you down from your success throne and take your place.Dating is a waste of time. Especially tinder dates. They just want to fuck or looking for a fling. I don’t believe in blind dates as well. They seldom work out, they might as well be a sociopath. Who knows..right? Date someone you know very well, don’t go out with everyone who asks you out.Keep your enemies close and your friends closer. I appreciated my enemies for being genuine about their hatred towards me. More than often, your friends will be prone to betray/ backstab you instead of your enemies. Be careful about the people you think are your friends.Beauty matters. Don't give me that personality bullshit is what people care about. Most people out there would go an extra mile to help a pretty people but not a senior citizen. I tend to notice that the attention one receives exponentially decreases as one ages. Someday, I will age and get lesser attention too. Sighs.Everyone is your friend until you need something. This rings true if you also want to test their loyalty towards you. Ask a simple favour from them. See if they are willing to go an extra mile to help you around. If they could only extort help but aren’t willing to help you back, they are selfish. Don’t help them again.People you prioritize will treat you as their option at some point of life. It happens. People change faster than climate. They might get bored and replace you with someone better. Move on and learn to respect yourself.Online friends are fake friends. I’m pretty sure someone might have mentioned this here already. But listen me out. I’ve spent my whole lifetime connecting and interacting with them. When it comes to spending time physically with me or helping me out, only the friends near me were there. Online friends do console you and make you feel better. But they are hopeless as shit. You wouldn’t want to count on them for anything, really.Having lesser expectations is a big advantage. On people, on yourself. More expectation leads to disappointments. Don’t count on people to help you out. Keep your expectations low and be prepared to take a no for an answer. If you stop expecting stuffs from people, you wouldn’t be let down by anyone. Savvy?Showing your weaknesses to people, and they exploit you for it. Don’t do it. Even if you are a wrecked ball inside, hold your head high and pretend like you are alright. Show your vulnerabilities to people you could really trust, your parents maybe. The rest of the world doesn’t need to know what tingles and tickles you.Nobody is worth your time, energy and effort more than yourself. You are important, prioritize yourself. If you can’t help them, learn to verbally say no. And not feel guilty about it. Denying is your basic right.Acting desperate will only push people away from you. Yes, I realized this quite late. If you want someone to approach you, be aloof about it. Take things slow. Being needy or clingy will trigger a flight response and they might run away from you.Nobody remembers all the good thing you do for them, yet they never forget one incident when you turn them down. Because people are ungrateful. They don’t appreciate what you do for them. Get a dog instead. People are stupid.

SMS marketing can be helpful for any business sector in the market and the best part is that it is a low investment high returns strategy. You can easily use bulk SMS to help you improve or promote a business. In SMS marketing delivery is the integral part if the message is not delivered to the customer what is the point in running the SMS campaign.I would suggest you to check out Textlocal SMS platform which provides the highest delivery rates which no other SMS provider is able to match. They have more than 9 nationalized banks using their SMS platform to send OTP’s and you know how important it is for a bank for the OTP’s to be delivered to the customer.Let me tell you how Textlocal can be helpful for SMS marketing in different business sectors:Automobile sector:Show don’t tell:Got a brand new car launch? Let the pictures do the talking. Send out glitzy flyers along with pricing and promotional offers as SMS attachments.Text an appointment: Use our SMS gateway APIs to update your appointment calendar in real-time based on these requests.Bank and Financial sector:Monitor and control all communication:Create completely secure customized SMS templates that are locked down for sub-users with Textlocal enterprise-grade features. Monitor and keep track of usage for internal performance and regulatory audits.Rope in new clients:Cut out frequent cold calls. Allow prospects to show interest in your financial products and services via a simple SMS. Promote your SMS contact info - keywords, shortcodes and long codes- in all marketing communications.E-commerceText with attachments: Are you still managing with plain vanilla SMS services? Now send brochures, purchase alerts, payment receipts and shipping status by easily attaching files and web URLs, wherever required.Faster go to market: Do you have to wait for your IT team to deploy new pages? Textlocal allows your marketing teams to easily create mobile landing pages on-the-go.Schools and UniversitySay it with a picture: Send parents updates about their kids’ activities in text format or as photos through SMS through the day.Simplify 2-way communication: Allow parents and students to easily seek information by sending an SMS. Send automated responses along with any relevant information documents.Restaurants and Take awayFill up lean hours: Entice customers with limited time discount vouchers for lean hours sent via SMS. Textlocal will handle the end-to-end couponing process for you.Create popular menus: Get your customers to vote for their favorite dishes or combo offers and redesign your menus to suit their tastes.Real estateShow and sell: Looking to improve sales? Send images of the property with its location and even its layout via SMS to your customers. Textlocal allows you to insert SMS attachments and web URLs, so you can even send them a purchase or lease agreement.Speak to everyone in their language: Send regional language SMS using our incredibly easy transliteration tool. Alternatively, craft and send mobile-optimized webpages in any language to customers in any part of the country.RetailImprove footfall: Send discount vouchers with a limited validity to customers via Textlocal SMS and drive footfall during lean days. You can easily redeem these vouchers at the store using our mobile app.Empower franchises:Allow your franchises to conduct their own SMS campaigns while centrally managing purchases and locking down message templates using Textlocal’s multi-user accounts.They have a detailed explanation on their website how SMS can be helpful for different sectors of the industries with the help of Textlocal. Textlocal is India’s No.1 SMS platform and on sign up they provide free credits to test their platform. Few enterprises using Textlocal platform are:

I was accepted to Stanford on a full scholarship as a transfer student from a California Community College at the age of 28. My husband was very sick at the time and couldn't work, so we made do on food stamps and AFDC. I worked as much as I could (under the table) to keep a roof over our heads and pay for his medical bills, going so far as to take a nannying job 3–4 nights a week, caring for the 3 year old son of a single father who was also the graveyard shift on-call oncologist at the medical center. He paid fairly well, but we were always one small disaster away from homelessness.i managed to get pregnant at the beginning of my last year, a co-term year during which I earned my master’s degree. You haven't lived until you've spent nine months working towards a post-graduate degree at Stanford, growing more and more pregnant by the day, juggling four jobs in two counties, wrangling with a social worker who keeps telling you to quit school and find a job making $10/hr as a fry cook, commuting 2–3 hours every day from Santa Cruz to Palo Alto and back over a tsignNowerous mountain road with NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS AT ALL to care for a husband who could not walk, needed to be rushed to the emergency room at least three or four times a month and whose doctors gave him only a 50/50 chance of living to see the birth of our first and only child.I would listen to my classmates talk about their family villas on Majorca, using “summer” as a verb, while calculating in my head if I could find enough change in my sofa to buy a bag of dry beans so we could eat for another week until the next month’s food stamps came in. They would discuss their plans to kayak some fjord in Iceland over spring break while I looked forward to working triple shifts and standing in line at the grocery store, getting dirty looks from disgusted customers who didn't like being held up by the clearly lazy and irresponsible welfare queen who was using a WIC voucher to pay for a carton of milk, a can of tuna and a tube of frozen orange juice concentrate. They asked me to come along in their BMWs to go wine tasting in Napa for the weekend while I wondered if I had enough bus money to get back to Santa Cruz to sign papers and advocate for my incoherent husband, who was in the hospital again and in danger of receiving treatment from one of his six specialists that could render useless or even combine lethally with the treatment prescribed by another, because they didn't bother to communicate with each other. And all the while, of course, thinking “okay, I can't afford maternity clothes, so I'm wearing one of my husband’s old workshirts every day, but can you not clearly see I'm as pregnant as fucking octomom?? I can't remember the last time I even had a cup of full-caff coffee, let alone a glass of wine! DUH!”When I got too big to ride my bike around campus, I would take the shuttle to my classes, where too often I would end up standing for the whole ride, because the seats were all full of students too consumed by their phones to notice the whale of a person standing in front of them trying to stabilize her center of gravity because of the 8 pound baby in her uterus and the 30 pound bag of books on her back. I had to battle the urge to challenge all of them to a fist fight for their obliviousness.Toward the end of that year, as I waddled toward the finish line, I found myself almost delirious from chronic sleep-deprivation. The one thing that kept me going was the miraculous fact that my baby was not due until a couple of weeks after graduation. Somehow I became fixated on the idea that I would get to go see a movie, for fun, between the time I graduated and the time I became a mother. It was all I thought about, honestly, as I trudged from one obligation to the next. I would be sitting in the dark, by myself, in a chair that probably was too small for my now-grotesque body, out of which I would have to heave myself every 15 minutes to use the bathroom, but damn was I ever looking forward to it! Two whole hours to myself, with no more bitchy egotistical TAs to contend with, no more deadlines, no more cramming for finals, no more arriving home after a fourteen hour day with feet so swollen and painful that it took me ten minutes to ratchet up the nerve to pry them out of my shoes. Maybe I would even fall asleep over my unbuttered, unsalted popcorn for half an hour!it was with this decadent fantasy in mind that I sat to write my last essay. It was, as I recall, an analysis of William Faulkner’s “Absalom! Absalom!” Twenty minutes in, I began to feel a little funny. I tried to write it off as indigestion, but by the time I was halfway though with the paper, i could deny it no longer. I was in labor.i finished my essay, breathing through the contractions, pushed “print”, sighed a little sadly, packed a bag and drove myself to the hospital, where I gave birth, with no drugs (except a well-deserved shot of Wild Turkey when it was all over), even when the baby went into cardiac distress and they had to rip me a new vagina in their haste to get her out, not even when they put in 36 stitches afterward to sew me back together. When they whisked her away to work on her, and I was alone again, I pulled that last essay from my bag, walked myself down to the nurse’s station, stitches and all, and faxed it to my professor with a note of apology, hoping he would understand why I couldn't be at our planned meeting that morning.I graduated five days later, with high honors. I still have the picture: my diploma in one hand and my baby in the other: My Week in Review.It was hands-down the most stressful year of my life, including the time of my husband’s actual death, which came not too many years later.When I look back on that time, my heart nearly bursts with gratitude, for my incredible husband, who suffered grievously but tried to hide it for my sake, and who was overjoyed in spite of his suffering about the birth of our daughter. I am grateful for his nurses and orderlies, who went the extra mile to care for him when i couldn't be there. I am grateful for my understanding, compassionate professors, who reassured me that everything would be okay and who let me get up in the middle of class whenever I wanted to relieve the pressure on my tailbone. I am grateful for my social worker, whose sternness and admonishments could never hide the fact that she was rooting for us to make it. I am grateful to the government for the $92 a month that allowed us to eat when I could no longer work. I am grateful beyond words for the forces that gave me the opportunity to study with the world’s most renowned minds, to earn a degree in a field that I'm wildly passionate about, at a school that any student would be proud to attend, that gave me the will to carry and deliver a healthy baby and that gave her father the strength to live long enough to receive her into his arms and to shower on her all the love that he could muster, and all his hope for a bright future, in spite of his suffering and the knowledge of his coming death.Now, 17 years later, I'm a tenured college English teacher myself. I never did get to see that movie… but whenever I think back on that time, overwhelmingly and unmitigatedly, what I feel is gratitude.That is what it's like to be a broke Stanford student.Edit: So many thanks for all the encouraging comments. To clarify: I don’t consider myself all that extraordinary. I think most people are stronger and more resilient than they think they are, and this year proved that to me, without a doubt. I didn’t do it alone, however. I had many resources that others do not have, and I never felt for a second that the universe was being unfair to me or my family. Everyday, I see people who manage to spread joy and compassion in the face of what seems like unendurable hardship. My own students inspire me all the time, as I see them struggle through poverty, sickness, homelessness, abusive situations, substance abuse, and countless other stresses.If I could manifest one change as a result of this experience, it would be to free people from their own judgmental reactions when they encounter welfare recipients during their daily adventures. Yes, it’s true that there are some folks who take undue advantage of the safety net that this great country provides (as modest as it may be) but it has been my experience that the vast majority are doing the best they can with what they have, and take their first opportunity to leave government aid behind and join the ranks of contributing taxpayers. I was stunned by the number of nasty comments I got from people as I tried to pay for my meager cart of groceries with food stamps or WIC. Yes, I was pregnant. Yes, for all intents and purposes, I was a single parent. Yes, I was attending one of the most elite and expensive schools in the world . That was only part of the story, though. I wish more people would be mindful of the fact that facing such judgement is humiliating, exhausting and discouraging when one is just trying to get through the day, especially on top of all the other challenges that made it necessary to apply for aid to begin with. I can easily see those comments being the thing that at the end irrevocably breaks the spirit of a person who is trying harder than most people can ever imagine, for longer than seems humanly possible.Once in a while I would receive a word of encouragement or a smile. I remember every one of those moments from compassionate strangers . I stored up their supportive words as defense against the days when it seemed all too easy to just give up. I make it a point now to do the same when I see someone who looks like they might be struggling. I always want to say, hang in there. Things actually do get better if you just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don’t give up, in spite of all the mean spiritedness that might come your way. There are more people out there who are kind and understanding, and who are on your side, even if they don’t say it out loud.

We usually rely on a combination of suggestions from friends and acquaintances in the software industry who have implemented their own HR software management systems, looking up great reviews and taking in insights from industry experts and practitioners like this one about top HR management software, scouring user forums, and patiently referring to stories of user cases. Rounding up what we’ve gleaned from these multiple sources, our shortlist gave us three of the leading solutions in the market: BambooHR, Freshteam and Gusto HR.BambooHR. Our search for a human resources management software was spurred by our company’s need to administer benefits to a growing number of workers. Turns out BambooHR is especially empowered to address this need: a centralized database defines and holds the benefits for each of our employees. As you can imagine, the system allows our HR manager to summon and use any pertinent data in no time.BambooHR fields 12 benefit types applicable to all groups of employees, and employees can change the necessary entries upon every update in their status (health insurance, marriage, and much more). We are quite impressed that BambooHR offers a modifiable rate health plan, which means that you can easily track even age-based plans and automatically calculate the variable amounts employees have to pay. For the same operation, companies typically have to implement third-party programs that are integrated with the system.We also came to prize the reporting capabilities of BambooHR: along with the standard Equal Employment Opportunity reports, you can have it pull out benefits reports. The reports are based on files stored and categorized in the virtual database, and will automatically summarize and consider all applicable taxes. And as with most essential operations in BambooHR, reporting can be done using a mobile device.Freshteam. Freshteam makes it easy to access and engage candidates, then collect structured feedback and conduct scheduled interviews. You can send out notifications to each candidate and team member, and offer a dedicated conversation field with intelligent response templates. You can sync your personal inbox and correspond with candidates right from Freshteam, and send bulk email to save additional time.To manage your job postings, Freshteam initially prompts you to design define your job postings. Once you have taken care of that, you can proceed to share the output on internal portals and popular career sites. If you happen to be short on ideas, Freshteam provides you with attractive and modifiable templates. You can of course create a brand-new listing with detailed descriptions. You can associate each vacancy with a specific hiring team for maximal transparency, and the team can configure any of the hiring workflow stages to make the candidate’s experience more personalized.All hiring operations are contained within a single dashboard, making it easy for managers preserve full control over the hiring process. Familiarizing new talents about personalized rules and policies is a breeze, ensuring they have a good grasp of the crucial tools they could use to remain valuable professionals .Gusto HR. If your company is handicapped by lack of expert human resources personnel, implementing Gusto HR will give the impression that you suddenly acquired quite a few of the top HR pros in the field.Among other things, the Gusto HR guarantees ACA compliance: it files new-hire paperwork automatically, and assists you with federal W-4s and I-9s. It also expertly handles workers’ compensation, ensuring that you will only be paying what you really owe. Gusto HR dives into critical details of your HR operations to ensure you are not found amiss on HIPAA, ACA, and ERISA standards, automatically ascertaining needed data and all benefits are screened for compliance.Further on, Gusto HR allows employees to set and manage their 401(k) plans, enroll in specific benefits schemes, and save money for their retirement.To minimize errors from human operations, Gusto centralizes data and makes them readily available for any employee Gusto account. Gusto allows employees to access their data anytime from any device, and they can make the necessary changes without the manager’s intervention.

I was Shaken. Felt VOIDAnswer is going to be very long - I have not expressed my feeling to anyone after that day so here is lengthy answer (yeah - another Introvert !). This happened in PUNE.It was a good day with blue cloudless sky and warming temperature, I woke up early since I was in first shift so started earlier to office.signNowed office, had some work that I owned and went with colleagues for breakfast, when came back noticed HR and manger were discussing something in meeting room, I continued my work, until interrupted by manger to come along with him, so I did.In Meeting RoomM: How are you Mr. XXX?me: I am well and good , feeling quite good today.M: hmm, so Mr. XXX, how many years you have been working for XYZ and how was your experience so far ?me : (what the hell he is asking me this, wondering why he is asking this question to me) completed 2.5 years so far (I joined as fresher there ) and told regular rotten things like feels good , good work culture,bla bla bla.M: okay, let me come to the point - there is feedback for you from team mates that you are not doing well and keeps sleeping at nights when you are in night shift , your attitude towards work is not good. Is that true ?me : (I was shocked for few mins and I took me while to get out of it )I am sure there must be some misunderstanding, this is not true (In my mind, I smelled something fishy )M: Well, Mr. XXX, I have feedback in written for you and that must be true and I don’t think it might be some misunderstanding. Let me call HR to join here ( I came to know this later that this was pre-planned and both HR and manger were already hand in hand)While waiting for HRme : (sweated, my throat went dry ) -felt anxious, my heart was beating fastlyM: waited calmly with mild smile on his faceHR joins meetingHR: how are you Mr. XXX,M: hmm, he is quite frightenedHR: hey XXX, relax, do you want to drink some water ? (while opening a bottle )me: did not utter a single word (I was sweating )HR : Forcefully handed over water bottleme: did drink some waterHR : I have a news for you, we here are XYZ no longer require your services and you are relieved from today and you may leave after this meeting.me : what ? what ? (heartbeat on high, could not believe on my ears )HR: Relax, calm down, you will get your 2 months salary and relieving letter along with form 16 and pay slips, you may leave nowme : Almost broke into tears literally, my eyes were RED.HR and M : they were just watching me what I am going through.me: Sir, Madam, there is some misunderstanding here, I kept telling this is not true in different ways.HR & M : both silent - no words spoken.me : again - I kept telling and trying to explain.HR : Please leave your id at me and get your stuff and leave - otherwise I have to call securityme : (coming out of shock , I was explaining like a beggar to someone rich )I am from lower middle classed family, my father is retired from school as clerk and mother is housewife , I have responsibility of younger brother for his education and I have to support my family. (M was very well aware about my background )HR : (in somewhat harsher and loud voice) : Please get out.me : I literally grabbed HR and manager feet to show me some mercyHR : XXX, please leave ASAP.meanwhile, M calls security to escort me to the gate , few mins passed, a security personnel comes in and requests me to come along with him.me : while standing and giving merciful look to both - still hoping they will revert their decision and came out of meeting room and headed towards washroomI asked security personnel to wait outside washroom and let me wash me eyes that were much REDDER and shred me tears.I came out of washroom and asked security personnel to wait at main door and requested not to come by desk very politely, he agreed, went to my cubicle , did not show any sign for what happened, took my stuff as if I am searching for something from my drawer ,just so as not to take doubt among team mates , took my stuff and gave a smile back to team mates who were not having any idea that I am leaving PERMANENTLYI walked very SLOWLY with security guy and came out of building.signNowed room (there was no one at room- room mate was at job, we were just two guys )- I CRIED AND CRIED AND CRIED FOR HOURS - and for the first time in life I experienced GREAT VOIDI was constantly thinking of my family (I was unmarried then ) and their dreams, their hopes - all gone just like that !!(I always used to send 90% my salary to home for support and brother’s education so I was not having any big bucks in banks )On the same day - I got some many calls from my colleagues - news was spread finally , did not answered single one.They all came to meet me and I told what M told me about them and they said no one has given any feedback.I did not broke news to my home - I broke it when I went to home after 1.5 months.I broke it to my room mate after 2 days.Meanwhile - I decided to change my spends towards my lifestyle since I was only having 3k in my salary account and I have to live with that for at least 2.5 months since I could not ask for money at home.I used to eat just a SINGLE WADA PAO for a day and cup of tea - you heard it - just a single wada pao for a day and a cup of tea and I have to prepare for interviews as well with this empty stomach -Whenever I got interview call - I spent money for transport and skipped eating Wada Pao and shamelessly used to ask at interview locations if they are proving free meals for candidatesI lost almost 15–20 kgs in 1.5 monthsThis continued for 8 months and finally I got a decent job !!(I faced so many cross questions like why did you leave your job in middle while holding no offer - since it was mentioned by HR on releasing certificate that I am, XXX, wants to move on )P.S.Later I come to know that HR had hired someone from college pass out from M referral who was relative of M.There were no issues among team mates - my team was really decent team - just t0 be clear.My Room mate helped me a LOT during this periodForgive my poor English and grammatical errorsI moved on and LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME A GOOD LESSON THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET.

This didn’t happen to a friend of mine :PThis happened to me !There was this Data Analytics Startup company (Now Stop Guessing, Its not MUSIGMA, I wasn’t even shortlisted in the first round of MUSIGMA)..The Job Post said, “We are looking for minds who can innovate. No prerequisites. Any candidate from any department who has a CGPA above 8 can enroll.’’First Round: I had a CGPA of 8.3. So I appeared for the screening test. Screening test primarily consisted of questions that test your personality.From the whole university only 14 people were selected. I was one among the 14.Second Round: We had this Group Discussion on the topic, How science can be incorporated into movies to make stunts more realistic, at least theoretically ?Oratory and Writing was never a problem for me since childhood. So got through the round 2.5 were shortlisted from 14 for the final round.Final Round: I went into the Interview Room. There were 2 interviewers in the panel.Interview kick started with normal basic HR interview type questions, I was painting the smile on the face of the interviewers with every answer of mine. (The skill which I developed over consecutive fall outs in the first round of 8 companies that visited my college previously.)Interviewers: So Ganesh, Your Resume says you are from ECE, How comfortable are you, with coding ?Me: I am pretty much comfortable sir, though am no coding geek. In the past 6 semesters, I have had good amount of exposure to coding. I learnt C, CPP BASICS (Appending Basics to every skill set of yours, was always a safe option ) in my first year. After getting into department, I got familiarized with MATLAB and SCILAB. I took Virtual Instrumentation Elective so I have a good amount of knowledge in Labview too.Interviewer: I can see it from your mini projects, that you have a good knowledge in software tools relating to your domain (ECE). But we are a Data Analytics Company, so tell us if you have any previous experience with any of the Data Analytics tool ?Me: No sir. I don’t have any. Maybe I could relate a bit to the Scopus journal which am currently working under my Mentor. Since it is a journal paper I cannot let you the details completely. So I’ll just let you know the concept of the base journal. We collect the data from MIMO systems, process it and predict the perfect Transceiver design. And MATLAB serves the purpose.Interviewer: Do you have any luck with R language or Hadoop ?(Luck! I smelled his Sarcasm)Me: No Sir, I did my 11th and 12th through State-Board. When I joined college, I used to envy at people who did 11th & 12th through CBSE, find coding so comfortable. Those guys who could write Double Linked List code with such ease scared me. Then slowly I learnt, I started to get the hang of it. And here I am, ending up in the Top 5. So I feel I can learn the languages required for our company too in due course of time.Interviewer: I can understand your desperation to get placed. But, hereafter when you are applying for a company, first sit and check whether your profile matches with the company’s profile. Thanks !(Desperation to get Placed ! Enough Said !)Me: I can understand that you couldn’t find me a place in your firm. With all due respect, I applied for this company just because you have mentioned “No Prerequisites” in the Job post. Hope you edit in the future Job posts of yours. Thanks !Result:REJECTED !!

I was working in an IT firm in India. Like many other employees in the IT firm I was also slogging hard in a meager pay.My manager took me for granted, without even thinking a bit he use to assign me every other work that came to him. During that phase many senior members in the team changed their project and he didn't hesitate to put their responsibilities on me.Never in my entire 3.5 years I said no to any technical or functional assignment. I used to work 13 hours a day(including 1 hour of lunch break and coffee break and excluding 2hours of travel time). Being an optimistic idiot I thought I will work hard and I will be rewarded accordingly. I used to work from home on weekends also.During my stay there I went through three rating cycles and my ratings were 3rd, 2nd and 2nd for 1st cycle, 2nd cycle and 3rd cycle respectively (1st being highest and 5th being lowest). I compared myself with my fellow college mates working there and with much lesser work their career path and rating was good and they were getting good opportunities to work. I even had discussions with my manager that even after getting so many client appreciations and awards why he is not giving me nice rating and thus delaying my promotion. He was always ready with a diplomatic answer and some stuff like you are in learning phase and all.When I compared my input to the project with others it was really high but somehow other girls will get promoted and I won't. Many times I tried to not work upto the level or I tried not to deliver the best but in the end I would just give my best efforts as this is my nature.The most depressing moment of my life was I was as usual overloaded with multiple responsibilities and my seniors realised it and they talked to my manager that this way I might die and the burden was visible on my face, my back was always hurting, i was always exhausted and many more symptoms, even because of irregular sleep and eating habits I didn't get periods for 3months. My manager said she can learn. It was again my appraisal time, the third one… discussion began. He said he rated me 2nd. I said explain the reason. He said you are good and I want you to learn more. I had it that time. I rested my back on the chair nicely and said anyway I m always the last one working so I have all the time in the universe today , I need bit by bit explanation.He first said you are not smart. I said then I doubt your judgement because if you feel I m not smart yet you have given me 5 such client impacting assignment then seriously I doubt your capability here. He then said for giving 1st we have few criteria. I said I am watching closely who people are getting 1st bucket since last 2 years and i far better than them in terms of knowledge and output and this even you can't deny. He said they have something which you don't have . I asked him to explain that “something”. He said he doesn't know what that exactly is. May be now I know what that exactly is… I was always working and my social circle was not that big and I never got interest to socialize much with the ones who decide ratings.Well that day many more things were said, I realised every aspect in me is faulty starting from my working style to my nature to my appearance and conduct. I wonder how they tolerated me for around 3 years.I had already attempted my MBA entrance exams and I had always score 95+ in them so I decided that this year I will go for any college.That discussion kind of broke me. I use to cry a lot everyone I was alone. I don't know why this was happening. Still I was working and giving my best. People started mocking me saying that She must be happy with her delayed promotion and low rating that's why still she is working so much.Meanwhile I got result of one of the premier b school in India and next day I submitted my resignation. My manager called me for discussion and his first question was when you got time to prepare? It made me feel a little proud because he too knew that he was overburdening me.I served two months notice period. Got a huge farewell from my colleagues. My manager praised me for being the employee who fulfilled he responsibility till the last day. In my farewell speech I though of saying so much.Now I know one thing, I will not compromise for no reason and will ask for what I deserve. To be more conscious while choosing whom I work for because the first manager either builts your career or destroys it.

The pee break which saved me and my dad!There was a time when me and my dad used to visit my granny’s house every alternate week. On one such occasion, we missed the bus while returning back, hence we decided to ask the passing goods trucks to give us a lift.In India, the truck drivers usually are quite willing to give lifts to 1–2 passengers, so that they can make some quick bucks. After waiting for some 30 mins, a truck stopped by. The goods trucks in India look somewhat like this:​I was around 7–8 years old at that time. When we were about to enter the truck, I started pestering my dad that I wanted to pee. He told me we can take a break after some time, but I told him that it was very urgent, and I cannot wait. My dad, who was almost about to sit inside the truck, got down and asked the driver to go ahead, albeit a bit reluctantly, since it was quite late in the night, and the number of trucks passing by was very less.So, after I was done with my nature’s call, we went back to the highway, and my dad started waving his hand for lift. Luckily, after about 15 mins, a truck stopped by, and we got in. After we had traveled for some 10kms or so, our truck slowed down, since there was some congestion in the traffic. There was an accident- an ambulance and two police vans were blaring the sirens. When we moved a little further, we saw that it was the same truck which we had let go a little while earlier, which had crashed into a light post. It had rained heavily that night, and I guess the truck had skidded and went off-road. My dad hugged me tight, till we signNowed our home at around 1.30AM on that eventful night!In a few days, most of our relatives came to know about this incident, and I became a Dark-Knight-Who-Went-For-A-Pee for a few more months after that…:-D

Been here, done this.The question you need to ask yourself is, “Do I like working here?” Then you need to ask your boss this very uncomfortable question: “If you recognize my value and the money is available to pay me this now, why didn’t you offer that in the past?” And then you need to ask yourself again, “Why do I like working here, and working for this person?”My experience went like so:I was hired by my current company about 17 years ago as the printer operator for its new Variable Data Print department. The reason I was hired is because I “get” data, and I knew what file extensions meant. (I kid you not, sometimes the simplest skills are what impress people who don’t have them.) Once the department got off the ground, they saddled me with a manager who knew nothing about printing, nothing about data, nothing about VDP, which was in its infancy then. Thankfully, the IT manager/programmer was a good friend (who got me the job in the first place) and allowed me to work as a Jr. System Administrator (since his forte was programming and mine was hardware).Years passed and try as I might, I just could not work with this manager; he was constantly undermining me in order to hide his incompetence, and company management thought he was the golden boy (in no small part because of my efforts). Then the IT manager moved on to greener pastures and the company wanted me to take his job—but still work under this manager and continue my work in the print department.I told the general manager that I could work as an IT manager, in house, for a signNow pay increase, but I would not work under that manager in any degree—if I had to report to him AT ALL, I was out. This would mean that the company was not just down a print operator with the most experience in the state at the time, but both of its IT resources in a field that was increasingly IT-based. Further, I’d already had job offers in the past by neighboring companies, so they knew I was hot property and could make good on my threat to leave.That was eleven years ago. A few years after they gave me my comfy office (which is a euphemism for “former supply closet,”) that manager finally left the company, and no surprise, we’ve had some very good years in printing since. I’m still here because the company is a good place to work, even if the pay is about half what I should be getting, but I’ve let them know that, in about five to seven years, I’ll be looking to move on (when the kids are graduated from high school). That way, we can properly plan and document things so that the company is not in a pinch when that day comes, because they have been good to me.