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This Indignity and Stress

I am stressed.

It seems it is been ages since I last posted something on my blog.

I am asked to design a newsletter for my organization. Well, designing is not much. In fact it is ready with me. Thanks to MS Word. Now what about the content? This is going to be either 4 or 8-page publication, monthly or quarterly (something to decide). I am confused. Everyone seems to be busy at their own table.

I have edited and coordinated a journal at the college. Well, if it is a college newsletter, a few essays, short stories and poems could do the trick. But for an organization, they make less sense.

People want to know what is happening in the organization. Employees want to know what their organization has in store for them and clients seek information on new services and products. That’s worth taking notes. What are some of the important things that our employees can be proud of? What are new services and products our clients can expect from us?

But now who is going to furnish all these information? I said people are busy. So, if some of my crazy writings find their place in this newsletter, I won’t be surprised. But I am still confused. I am stressed.

Last week (for the first time since my joining this organization) made me feel undignified to be here. This happened for the first time. It is moments as this that makes you regret your decision to be sitting here. It is what makes you feel like shit. And it is when these ‘big people’ treat you as if you are their threatening enemies. Anyway, that’s that. I salute men of such caliber and ego!

And still I am unsure as to what I am supposed to feed this newsletter.

Comments

  1. Hey Man, one man cannot come up the newsletter for the organisation like yours. You have to really do research and that requires really your interpersonal skills and networking...

    Rest, you know how words should play their freedom on the paper...

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  2. I man should not dishearten you, You should be the last person to accept the indignity upon yourself. Don't feel it, it's not good. Those men with anger and ego are their own enemy, they are at war against themselves, pity them well. They will last short.

    Well the newsletter; It seems like you have the objectives of the paper already. Your organization has lots of fresh thing to talk about this year, 1. ATM in Wangdue, 2. Internet Banking, 3. Mobile BAnking, 4, Core Banking,
    Write about the advantages of these facilities for people in examples... You know my wife was down in Phuntsholing sometime ago, she carried her ATM Card because cash is risky, so when ever she need cash she withdrew from the ATM. When she needed more she phoned me to deposit in her account. That's how convinent life has become after this facilities came about. There are lots to write about friend just relax, take a shower, and start sorting things out, one by one!

    Tell me what you have done!

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