Reality of Pain

I was making my way to the canteen alone... then i turned and returned to office - no appetite. The lights were off... still I started to clear my station.

so many papers...
i saw the papers of data i drilled within e system to chk e sales data of my shavers islandwide, key stores.. for 2006.. then 2007.  i rem those nights in my ex-office using the unfamiliar system, drilling the data till i broke dwn and cried.

i saw the file marked "discussion wid Asean". Within e folder, its abt pricing, pdts info, sale by models. i rem those days i argued wid my Indian chief till i puked blood.

i saw my product launches info... my pride and joy hero shaver, and my last cool robotic shaver launch. i rem hw busy i was wid my first launch. The sense of relieve when its over. I rem i was very pleased cuz for e first time i din rely much on my immediate superior. And he praised e gd job done.

i saw my mkting calender plan.. which i had done a million times and had to review again and again and again. I rem hw my boss was drafting hw i sld go abt doing. I rem hw he ran through, sketch out, briefed mi.. and then when i was on my own, i learnt, progress and nw being independent.

i saw those competitors brochures which my promoters collect for mi.. analysing wid the boys on the promotion and hw we cld counter competitor moves. i rem those endless wkend store visits and the hatral whenever i saw hw nicely decorated my competitors roadshw was...
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it hurts to know i wld nt b doing all these and i hav to give them up. My portfolio - my pride and joy. I blinked back my tears, while i tored/shredded off the papers. Yes, though i hav thot it through.. bt when the reality sets in, the pain feels unusually real.