“No! Not anymore! I’m sick and tired of it all!” Onyinye hit the door open with her right fist while the other paved the way by twisting the door handle for ease. This was after both hands had cooperated in unlocking the door with its key. This outburst was she being eventually able to let out her rage and frustration in the privacy of her home after she had put up an indifference before her now former colleagues in the office, at the news of being laid off work. Those colleagues, among which were the two-faced who inwardly mocked and snared at her when she was not looking. Although she sensed their contorted faces while at it and read their non-genuineness in the pity-masked faces, she nodded and smiled at the gestures.
After all she had put into the success of the company in the past one and the half decades she had spent in it, and a pioneer staff for that matter. Fifteen years without a promotion, though evident productivity from her, but the management’s deliberate blindness to her eligibility for it. She had endured, hoping for favour someday. The job was able to cater for her many responsibilities but not enabling much savings; and she doubted that even a promotion would have enabled more savings given her gullibility to take up more responsibilities at more pay. No! it was not because of the money that she desired promotion even though it would also be comforting, but there were the factors that bothered on morale, self-esteem and self-accomplishment.As each year and each opportunity of promotion passed her by without getting the available elevated posts, her morale depleted with the feeling of inadequacy. This feeling was worsened by the fact that the elevated positions were given to either external candidates [rumoured to be acquaintances or relatives of top managers] that could not possibly know better than she did, or junior colleagues who licked the feet of those that mattered in the name of soliciting sponsors… continue in the book: INTROSPECTIONS