Now, I have decided to write in order to get some things off my chest. I feel that with the looming general elections, nobody has the time to listen to a chap rant and rave about personal problems. I will therefore just scream into the wind and maybe, just maybe, I will feel better.
I work in the service industry, specifically in marketing communications. It is a wonderful place to work and I love my job. The staff are competent, motivated, friendly but most of all, I love to get to work every morning, unlike my previous job where getting out of bed was a nightmare (ok, well, if there was a daymare, that would be it). There is one problem though, the company is spending more than it is making. We are debt ridden and the industry is awash with rumour of our imminent closure.
You would think that budgeting would be a lesson learned in boarding school. Be it Primary, Secondary or residential College. I remember having Kshs 1,000 in my pocket on Monday morning. I would eat relatively palatable meals through the week and have enough left over for drinks at KBC and F3 on Friday night and breakfast at Teacher’s outside Florida nightclub on Koinange Street. Incidentally, Teacher is still keeping the flame burning outside F1 all these years later.
In the next 40 days, after the current electoral uncertainty has passed, marketing budgets in this country will be unleashed and all the Advertising and Marketing Communication firms in Nairobi will be unable to satisfy the demand for their services. But my employer is bleeding to death just before dawn. When we should be casting our net in anticipation for a really large catch, we are instead watching the horizon with bated breath, paralysed with fear, in search of an elusive shoreline.
Our staff attrition rate is second to that of soldiers in military hotspots like Iraq Afghanistan, Darfur and Somalia. I always thought that the sign of the ship going under was the rats abandoning the damned vessel and taking their chances in the water. At jobo, the opposite in the case, the wadosi’s are the ones who have resigned and left the wananchi like me to ponder our daunting fate.
There is talk of a rescue package in the pipeline but I wonder, is there light at the end of this tunnel and should I trudge on, or am I strolling deeper into an abyss when I should turn back and get the hell out of here?
I work in the service industry, specifically in marketing communications. It is a wonderful place to work and I love my job. The staff are competent, motivated, friendly but most of all, I love to get to work every morning, unlike my previous job where getting out of bed was a nightmare (ok, well, if there was a daymare, that would be it). There is one problem though, the company is spending more than it is making. We are debt ridden and the industry is awash with rumour of our imminent closure.
You would think that budgeting would be a lesson learned in boarding school. Be it Primary, Secondary or residential College. I remember having Kshs 1,000 in my pocket on Monday morning. I would eat relatively palatable meals through the week and have enough left over for drinks at KBC and F3 on Friday night and breakfast at Teacher’s outside Florida nightclub on Koinange Street. Incidentally, Teacher is still keeping the flame burning outside F1 all these years later.
In the next 40 days, after the current electoral uncertainty has passed, marketing budgets in this country will be unleashed and all the Advertising and Marketing Communication firms in Nairobi will be unable to satisfy the demand for their services. But my employer is bleeding to death just before dawn. When we should be casting our net in anticipation for a really large catch, we are instead watching the horizon with bated breath, paralysed with fear, in search of an elusive shoreline.
Our staff attrition rate is second to that of soldiers in military hotspots like Iraq Afghanistan, Darfur and Somalia. I always thought that the sign of the ship going under was the rats abandoning the damned vessel and taking their chances in the water. At jobo, the opposite in the case, the wadosi’s are the ones who have resigned and left the wananchi like me to ponder our daunting fate.
There is talk of a rescue package in the pipeline but I wonder, is there light at the end of this tunnel and should I trudge on, or am I strolling deeper into an abyss when I should turn back and get the hell out of here?
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