What do you know, really? About the midnight oil I burn About the sacrifices I make About the long waits I endure As you find numerous excuses To delay my salary and incentives About the pain I endure In order to share resumes on time Even as my stomach muscles burn
What do you know, really? About what goes in my work About the amount of time I spend With my eyes glued to the screen Searching every nook and corner For the ideal candidate Even as my eyes protest vociferously About the calls I make Hoping to convert every one of them Into a successful lead But instead ending up in rejections Even as the pressure mounts on me To find at least two good resumes By the end of a long day A tedious and totally exhausting day
What do you know, really? About the various situations I have to deal with in my life About the efforts I put in To ensure that work is not affected At any cost, whatsoever About my Asperger Syndrome And the difficulties it puts me in Whether personal or professional
The list goes on and on You may be a Founder And me just a team member But as far as my ordeals are concerned What do you know, really?
A rant to my boss about not understanding my side of things.