How would you describe a person looking at a bright light for minutes at a time, waiting for something to happen? Insane right? You probably would want to walk a lil away from this guy….right? Don’t… cuz the next time you see such a guy….. he might not be a feeble bearded, unbathed chap.
A Frustrated Life OF Call Centres : Stockholm Syndrome
The next insane person you might have the pleasure to meet, could very well be your son. Yes Yes…bearded and unbathed this time too, I am going for authenticity.
StockholM syndrome is defined as a condition, and i mean a condition, wherein you start sympathizing with your captor.
Imagine you being in a bank robbery, and at the end when the SWAT team comes for your rescue you are the one protecting the robber.
Seems highly unlikely, but it does happen.
Now I, as a sad member this culture want to describe what i am living ‘in’ right now, it’s a culture that gives you a way to make huge lumps of cash, for just 9 hrs of your life, 6 days a week.
And eats up your intellect, all your productivity. But heyyour communication skills improve, you learn how to smoke, drink, do drugs and the best part….A bank account with atleast 20g anytime at the age of 19…I mean it has to be a good deal right (sarcasm intended)
Coming back to the bright white light, let me explain, how these life sucking corporate assmonkeys think (and ofcourse justify).
They really don’t want our eyes to go any weaker than they already are so there has to be a BIG…and i mean a BIG light over your fucked up frustrated head.
However when you are waiting for the next soul sucking customer, this light symbolizes the eternal infinity to which ‘WE” STAREBut as I was writing about a medical term, let me tell you how my already depleted mind frame connected the dots.
Let’s start with an example, my previous company paid me very well, about 30 a month, and i am a graduate. Sounded like a great deal.
When i quit it, i was beyond happy!
Words can’t describe what i was feeling, almost like breaking out of a prison.
However whenever any one asked me about it, I gave it alll my heart to give it grades that my teachers never gave me.
That got me thinking, why would i praise a job that was killing me everyday. And no for those of you who are critical analysts, it wasn’t about the money. So then what was it?