Since Neal resigned, his managers’ behavior went even more idiotic. After his resignation, when clients praised him for his services, managers didn’t find those worth applauding. However before the resignation, they emailed words of encouragement back and forth dozens of times.
Neal always knew he worked with worst kind of management people, most of them had licked their way up the ladder and had no significant qualification or abilities. But he never expected they could’ve been this shitty. He thought at least they had minimum sense and professionalism. He realized he had never ever been so wrong.
It was the post-resignation segment of his tenure. Now, Neal was not even invited in the meetings when other people of his designation were a constant part. He completely failed to understand his manager’s mindset. Did he suddenly deplete all his abilities to give productive ideas, or there was something terribly wrong in him, or did he betray everyone by his resignation? Neal few times discussed with Ashwin the logic of it all. Ashwin had nothing to say except some exquisite profanities.
More than this idiocy puzzled Neal, it made him happy; for finally he was spared from all those time-wasting meetings and could better plan his day in office. A meeting with managers was always a waste of time. As if they didn’t have anything else to do entire day, whenever few people gathered, they talked longer than necessary, mostly nonsense. A baseless, out of topic, and extremely stupid idea always pleased them, while a kickass one that could’ve instantly solved problems and ended the debate, turned them off and they never considered it for ninety-nine percent of the meeting time. And the one who laughed on their jokes got a ‘+1’ and those who didn’t, always ‘-5’.
Neal joked saying perhaps stupid people like his managers felt their brains ache when they tilted their heads. There must be some loose crap in their skulls that stopped them from using their brains or make a right decision. He wasn’t sure about the crap, but they had to have something different for being so stupid. Otherwise who had brain, used it time to time.
When Neal had decoded their incapability with sense, what he failed to understand was their consistency with wrong decisions. Can’t there be a lucky guess? He wondered why couldn’t the managers even mistakenly made a mistake and accidently did something right. It was like Almighty had patiently coded them with stupidity, and making sense was against Nature’s law.
Neal should have, but he didn’t want to know the reason of his exclusion from everything important. First: because there was no point and second: because this way, he got more time around Marisa. He thought he could’ve afforded to lose little bit of professionalism when almost everyone around him was busy making tatters of it.
But it was just not the beginning; in fact, this stupidity, corruption, and shame had a long glorious history. A day in the past, when Neal was having lunch with Marisa in cafeteria, little away from them Kamlesh was eating with his counterparts and subordinates. When Kamlesh and other five fat-asses couldn’t completely consume all their ordered food, Kamlesh had approached Neal with leftover in a plate and shamelessly requested him to help them finish. With his large belly, weak shoulders, and food in his mouth, he looked extra disgusting.
Staring at his face, Neal had felt a strong desire to insult him for such a thoughtless gesture that no doubt Kamlesh must’ve found so brilliant, but he controlled his anger and said he wouldn’t be of any assistance. Still, Kamlesh insisted and left his plate on his table which later he dumped in the trash as is.
It had made Neal extremely annoyed.
‘Marisa, do you know Kamlesh joined iCorp ten years back as a trainee?’ The sarcasm and annoyance dripped all over him.
‘Really? I didn’t know that.’
‘Yes, and he worked so hard to get into this position.’
Marisa grew dubious. She didn’t know if Neal really meant to praise Kamlesh after he insulted him. ‘How do you know?’ She asked in confusion.
‘Come on, look at his ass. How do you think, it grew so big?’ Neal quipped. ‘Doesn’t it scream of his looong struggle?’
Marisa watched his face for a moment then she burst into laughter; so hard that her cheek-muscles hurt. She couldn’t stop giggling for rest of the day.