They say there is good pressure and bad,
but this kind of pressure just makes me sad.
I know jobs are at risk and life is on the line
it is difficult to see the good in it this time.
The stress that I speak of can lock you in a cage
this kind of pressure can only make you age.
Your heart races fast…you can feel your heart wither
Thoughts all colliding make your soul shiver.
New words of redundancy, reengineer, retrench
bounce around in my brain
If I hear one more word its for the common good I will go insane.
No good ever comes from taking peoples jobs:
just broken dreams, shattered homes that rupture the fabric of our society.
In times of distress of economic struggle
Business need to be innovative and learn how to huddle.
New ideas…fresh ways of seeing, small sacrifices,
collaboration so that all can benefit.
Instead of turning toxic and managing some out or retrenching
leaving those that are left behind overloaded, marching towards burnout.
I witness each day the underbelly of this recession as
my classes swell from 10 to 27.
I had a nightmare my classes grew to 100
woke myself up…the insanity couldn’t go on.
What once were lessons of job skills and self marketing
now becomes group psychology…therapy…
where attitudes and hearts need to be attended to
enabling people to find new ways of seeing and being.
As we head deeper into the cave of recession
all my candidates feel is dismay and depression.
When companies downsize
the ones left behind just suffer.
With one person doing the job of four
and the managers over head begging for more.
Corporations cry out take heed we must re-engineer!
Create new workers for new times are here.
They create a new language of empowerment, teamwork, responsibility,
they ask the new workers to bring their heart, their souls to work
but say that they must be willing to be let go if no longer needed.
Words of loyalty, commitment, security are scorned,
while flexible, adaptable, portfolio are spawned.
We must now become portfolio workers to survive
Reflecting on our skills, our talents,
selling our points verified, measured and demonstrated.
And then and only then will we have a competitive edge.
This all counts when you can go up against 2,500 people for one job!
All I want to write about is kindness and love
but when I am showered by stress from the powers above,
anxiety knocks at my door and smashes my peace
my imagination stretches and struggles to find relief.
Sleep that was once sound is now jagged and broken
Peace that was once a natural state of being
is just a memory in the past…a token.
As my mind screams to be still
for a place to find sanctuary from this confusion.
With two days before the tender result are released
With two days before the audit
I fear that our office is now under scrutiny
Under attack, the earth tremors, the flames burn
Will it exist in the future? I suspect it will not.
Anxiety knocks at my door
Sitting in the traffic as the sleek cars try out for Grand Prix
In my blue Vectra…the incessant sound makes me
want to disappear through the floor.
The weekend has arrived and I will be free
But I fear this weekend…free is just a dream.
I was right.
Still I seek for reprieve inside my art
I look for happiness inside my heart
I struggle to escape the wicked tentacles
of anxiety that wraps around my mind
Making my soul bleed with sadness for
…and I can hear my soul whisper
It is time for a Revolution of Kindness.
Anthea Slade 29-3-09
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Stressed written on the 29-3-09.
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