The Glass Door

       Stories always have their flow. Also, no good stories can ever be realized without identifying the characters, probably, the antagonist and protagonist and most likely it is called a story because there has been a conflict on it that triggers every mood and setting in a scene. If I were to tell this story to you, I am not certain who were really neither the antagonist nor the protagonist, but this story happened behind that glass door.

         Technically, there was only one setting- the office. If you tried to enter you will eventually notice first few faces as characters in this office. The first one you would really notice is a middle aged gray-haired woman beside the front door of that office. She normally answers questions but only speaks a little though, she knows how to smile. She prefers not to be called as “maam” but rather “nanay”. Next to her is a tanned man with an average height. I don’t know if he’s married or not but with his physical features, he could easily be noticed because of his dimples.  Then, next to that man is a chubby self-spoken woman who always flaunt her relations to his brother-in-law. (that I don’t know why she should) Don’t mind asking her name. We just gave her a pen name. Then, bordering her is a woman by her 30’s, if I may guess. Honestly, what she does most often is just to seat and update once in a while her social networking account. By all means, she knew how to answer calls but eventually knows also how to quickly pass the phone to the other if ever there are queries she’s not sure of answering. (She’s the secretary, by the way). These few people in that office reflects different kinds of personalities that were present in most or some cases in a government establishment. There are only a few of them who worked genuinely. Most of them spend their working hours without any productivity at hand. Yet, they were paid at legal cause. Amusingly, some tend to work hard only when the head is around. All this things done by these people happened behind that glass door.

          I became quite startled when I experienced this kind of set-up for a week. I felt like I could perhaps use my time well if ever I had the task to do and perform. Sad to say, there are protocols to follow; there were “chain of commands”. I have to wait when the task will be of favor to me. Still, days counting I have been observing them. Only to find out that unknowingly I shared already the same glass door with them- the idleness of time. I couldn’t even help it but to ask myself if I had made the right decision to be part of that setting. I don’t want to be in conflict with myself. I wish I am not the antagonist of this story.

I’m still hoping that I won’t reside to any regret as time goes by. Nonetheless, I am mere too expectant of the things I wish to happen when I decided to enter this portals. Behind the glass door is a very crucial risk that should have been done ever since. There should have been the responsibility of each employee to work on even without the control of the management. For like a nail that wouldn’t be hammered will be of no use specially if it already rustled. I have seen it all and I don’t want to act as if I never seen it for once. But the best way to break this hurdle is that to create a change in one’s prerogative about work ethics and value of excellence. Start of change in oneself. God abides.