That winter 2012-13 was really hectic.
We all worked like a horses with almost no rest. I don't mean holidays or days off, I mean the mental rest. We were focused on numbers, were doing over time almost every day, and I used to drive about 300km daily, running around my stores over all the country. I was hanging out with friends barely once in a three months. Living this life, you cherish every moment of team work, every small success, but also you take every small fail as if it was a disaster. I mean, the distress made you so sensitive to people around, that any emotion stemmed bigger than it was. I fully aknowledged the meaning of the expression 'drama' when somebody acts like a god and you have to follow the god's word, or a combat officer's order, if you like. None of it might make sense, but you have to follow. It applied in fact, to everyone who worked: GM has to listen to owner with an open mouth, B had to follow the country supervisor, I had to obey all of them, trying to guess what consequences my next step would cause, if in case I dared to open my mouth. From the other hand, I did that many times, and somehow I learned, that was one of the reason I was picked to that position: it was a dead circle of common obedience, that was in the blood of Asians, and they were fed up with it, but couldn't breaker the circle. They didn't know how. They strived towards open-minded people, but then they didn't know how to handle it afterwards. That was the dead circle. I learned more about that psychotype of behaviour during one year, than I've learned about the mankind for the whole life.
Nevertheless, work was full of excitement, fun and pride. We all felt like one big family with its inner relations, history and legacy. Or like a troop on a battlefield, leaded by the combat officer. We lived our lives shoulder to shoulder. The spirit of communion and fellowship was very high. We were all in one boat, from top management to bottom line. We learned each other's habits and meaningful sights, the reactions and moods. I could tell whether A had a good or bad day, only by listening to his 'Hello' in the telephone in the morning, and that 'Hello' gave me some clue, whether my day was going to be ruined or not. Same applied to B, sometimes I caught him really distracted on Sunday morning, and that time I was getting to know, it was not the best begging of the week for him. The other day, he would break into my office with energy, pushing the door to open when he was yet five meters away, and he would whistling a hymn playing in his head, and he would sparkle his smile all around.
I personally fancy men by the smile. I'm not keen to the body complexion or a hair colour, for me that's not something that defines a personality. But a sensire open smile would immediately attract me, as I believe, I know how kind people smile. B had a sort of a bit sad, but beautiful smile, and he was very careful using it. He would rather use a grin, but sometimes I was catching that sparkling true smile, that made me smile, too.
I would say, B was my only hope in the flesh in that place. A., my line boss, kept on driving me mad, and our relations remained instable, like a thin ice, that could break any time. Two things kept me floating: B and The Brand. Brand was like a Holy Spirit and B was like a father god. And I was a priest for myself and to my team, trying to bring up the good values. A. was Judas for me, obviously, having his own valuable truth, but choosing a curved track to lead. Obviously, he was thinking the same way about me, and I didn't judge him at all. Somewhere deep in my soul I always respected him, and I knew, he'd done a lot of goodness for the Brand, and I praised that. But A was a sort of a gossip girl, surrounded by the thankful listeners, that formed his gang. He soon realised that I was different kind of person, and I wouldn't join and follow and listen with an open mouth, and that was disappointing him, so he found the way to flush his personal anger.
So we kept on working, arguing, again working together, laughing, achieving and sometimes failing, but raising up, brushing off the dust, and coming on duty the next day with a smile and energy to work. I don't know how we managed this all, but we did.
Sometimes I thought that B just kept us together in order to challenge each other and get the result out of that challenge. We were always alerted. We never let each other become idle in process, cause every case seemed to us like a set of a chess game, and a goal of a checkmate pushed both to do or die. That moment I used to hate B, but I couldn't really hate him, as I liked him a lot. At the end of the day, I realised, that I trusted this man in whatever he would do. God bless.