First… let me paint a picture of where I found myself back in februari 2023.
Following a breakup, I felt defeated and drained. Once again, everything I had worked to build had crumbled. I had been striving for independence, attempting to break free from the system. Sadly, external circumstances and my trusting others’ choices caused my plan’s collapse.
Later I realized that I was having trouble letting go…
I had tried my best to avoid working under a boss, but it was inevitable that I had to get back to it. Going back to work made me feel somewhat ashamed, even though I wasn’t entirely sure who or what I was ashamed of. I felt like I had failed, and my motivation hit rock bottom. Later I realized that I was having trouble letting go of the situation and therefore felt like I had failed. It was as if I had to relearn the basics of life, from walking to reading and writing. With a heavy heart, I began the job search and eventually returned to the workforce because I knew it was necessary to achieve my dreams of independence and ultimate freedom.
I ended up working as machine operator in a textile factory that produces and distributes fashion fabrics, for the West and Central African market. Having managed my own working hours for over a decade, I had to readapt to the routine of a 9-to-5 job once again.
In this new environment, the daily work routine and the camaraderie with my colleagues played a significant role in helping me find myself again. My coworkers, mostly regular guys, all from different cultural backgrounds, possessed practicality, humor, and a strong work ethic. Their attitude had a positive impact on me.
Seeing my colleagues show up every day, despite their own challenges and demotivation, made me realize that my own problems weren’t that bad as they seemed. It was still tough, and I had to adjust to the three-shift schedule with 15 more months to go, but the support of my colleagues at work helped me gradually regain my footing, both professionally and personally.
But… last Friday (8 dec), the corridor rumors proved true. The company was facing challenges, leading to layoffs. Unfortunately, I was among those affected, as my contract wasn’t extended. This didn’t bother me at all, as my original plan was to work for just one year to save up for travel. Surprisingly, they allowed me to stop working immediately, and they’ll reimburse all my expenses until my contract ends in February. What initially seemed like a setback turned out to be a blessing in disguise. After 10 months, I’m done working. I was quite happy about that. But, of course, it meant saying goodbye to my coworkers. The next day, I brought a cake to the evening shift to say a proper and respectful goodbye.
Interestingly, my colleagues have no idea how much they contributed to my recovery. This blog is a way to express my gratitude to them and acknowledge the often unspoken challenges that men face in society. They may not talk about it, but they continue to show up every day, and for that, we should be more thankful and appreciative.
With deep appreciation, I extend my gratitude to all of my colleagues.
Hppy trvls! ✌🏾