15 June 2018. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to everyone.
Slightly more than a month ago I made the decision to leave my Indonesian project and return to Malaysia. I was in line to take the helm of the project but other more important aspects within my life tipped the balance towards choosing to head home.
Firstly, I was homesick. I spend an average of two to three weeks over there. I miss home. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my life. I spent my time there ALONE.
Secondly, due to poor management my team and I were forced to fly extensively till a point where we became immigration suspects of working without permit at overseas. This was made worse when management decided to reassign my team members to other two teams to accomadate for their incompetence in coping with their work. Meaning, I have lesser team members to cycle with. So technically, I have to fly even more frequent. Risking even more.
Third, I was underpaid. As I am going through training to replace my superior, technically I have to do his part as well to learn. But due to lack of resources, I have to cope/help out my subordinates as well. Meaning, I work three person's task with a fresh grad payroll. I see no balance in there.
Fourth, at one point I was supporting one domestic project and another regional project concurrently. At peak, I was taking charge of four sub-projects which equates to almost 20 new fuctions for the application while still having to cater to clients call and meeting. Today, the load of these four same sub-projects are being shared by SIX team members with higher pay than me. So this tells me that the company is willing to pay incompetent team members high pay rather than really rewarding those that really could help them.
Fifth and what tipped the iceberg. After all that I've done for, sacrificed and gave, my project director has the audacity to question my commitment and responsibility towards the Indonesian project which I lead at the moment. Who was the one that still went into office and work his ass off though he sprained his back so badly he could not get out off bed? Who was the one that still drag his ass into office when his leg was seriously infected till a point it was turning black? Who was the one that that still work without complaining eventhough he just got robbed right outside the office. Mind you, it was a weekend and I was not supposed to even be at work. It wss all because you wanted to suck up to the clients balls. My company did not even showed a slightest bit of gratitude nor sympathy for what I sacrificed. Not even asking how was I. And still you dare turn around and question me.
Conclusion, I am done. (End of part 1)
