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Dealing with Incompetency

Some days are just not meant to be for real! After two days of relentless moaning and groaning from my team members on the occasion of production time for the magazine (it's the time of the month when the contents of the magazine are finely checked and the designed into a page and put into press after final proof reading - read lots and lots and lots of re-reading of the same text) turns out that I am sitting uselessly at the helm of a computer that I am supposed to be operating to complete my work with ABSOLUTELY nothing to do!

As it turns out that my very well-read colleagues have not completed their work on time and now I must endure their delays and their constant moanings about how their husbands are calling them and what they could make for lunch and how being married changes the entire outlook towards work. Well, being the only unmarried member of the team, it was only too easy for me to finish my work on time and now I should cover up for lost time by doing work that was originally designated to them.

Marriage truly changes the perception to life, obviously we take the deal a little way too seriously. Looking at things a little more closely, nothing much changes in reality. Your postal address and in some cases your name, barring that I fail to see how a person's, especially a woman's dedication towards work can falter. I wish to specify here that I am speaking with a special reference to women who marry out of love, having known their partners for a while before actually tying the knot (and spending a full month at home getting used to the process of being together all the time).

Can marriage truly be taken as a valid excuse for shirking work? How can a woman of today say that she does not feel like working because she has a home to manage? Am I being too bitter to my own kind? Perhaps it would be wiser on my part to see what I choose to do should I get married? Knowing myself, I can bet on the fact that my work and my attitude towards it will remain just as flawed as it is right now. Whether I win or not, I leave for time to tell at its leisure.

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