Paid But Not To Work

A colleague of mine broke down and cried after she considered her heavy workload and the seemingly endless stream of tasks and responsibilities she had in the workplace....

She tried her best to tell the rightful authorities about it, but was cruelly denied. The organization was badly in need of her services.... Nobody else was capable.... She was the best around... It was her duty to help the organization to progress.... and a whole lot of other reasonable excuses and justifications were thrown at her, wanting her to back off, stop talking and start doing all that she was told.

This was not the first time she had related her problems to the authorities. They had known her all along and had contemplated how to deal with her. And this was not the first time she was denied, and surely wouldn't be the last.

She had withstood increasingly great pressure from the workplace year after year, silently and diligently did all her share of the workload. Grumbling a little but never stopped giving her best.

But her helpful services were never really appraised, appreciated, held in high respect and acknowledged.

She told her friends about her problems, but no one seemed to be able to lend a helping hand, except the consoling assurance that all things would come to an end, and in due time she would be okay.

Then there were those who had told her not to treat things too seriously, just carried out all that's given half-heartedly and dutifully, then went home and totally forgot about them.

Then the advices from those who bragged on slogans like "I don't care", "Just do your own work", "Forget it", "Just do it slowly", or "Don't work so hard" attitudes..., adding more pain and heartache to her troubles and emotions.

She looked around and couldn't find anyone to her rescue... it was a cruel world after all.

She thought of her newly formed family... her beloved and helpful husband... her two cute little kids....the cozy home and the newly opened garden...the piles of clothes to wash...the kitchen chores...

Torrential tears of agonizing sorrow oozed out from her eyes, flowing freely down her face, and she bent down in agony and pain!

And in a distance, she could hear people laughing, cheering, jeering, sneering, congratulating one another, boasting of their cleverness and genius.... It was getting louder, harder and nearer... She could feel the shearing pain ripping her heart and tearing her soul.

She bowed down and prayed....

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All too often we hear stories like this....

There are people who do their share of the workload well.

There are people who have to carry the workload of others.

These are people who refuse to work....

They pay others to work for them....

They manipulate others to work for them....

They threaten others to work for them....

They claim that they are busy...

They are busy talking... joking... eating... having funs... not working....

They are busy directing... ordering... commanding... forcing others to do their works and claiming glory from the work of others....

They boast of their position, superiority and authority....

It is really sad to behold someones manipulate others, pushing them around like puppets, not even giving them a moment of rest and peace, and denying their promotion or transfer....

It is no different from a cat playing around and torturing a cockroach.

All would be well....

Let go and let God....

But it will never be easy....