There's a weird weight in my heart and it interferes with the movie that Iam watching! I feel a gnawing pain in my stomach and my nerves shoot up like a premonition of an approaching disaster...I quickly try to put my hand on the problem at
hand.....Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! There I have it!It's a Sunday
Night!! )(*)((**&^^%%^!!!
Its most often on sunday nights that my philosophical side kicks in....and I wonder about what a material existence mine is....I wake up everyday and rush to office....check my calendar for the impending disasters of the day and arrange my mood and temper levels accordingly....I work my positioning in office depending upon my boss's seating arrangement....My distance from her is usually inversely proportional to the number of "actionables" that she would need status from me on that particular day for...Actually...its not my boss's fault...she is a very nice woman...she just cant help being a boss - and we all know what all Boss's are! My cousin's husband is a team lead and when I told him this, he said with a confident smile brimming in his complacent face, that HIS team dosent feel that way and that they all love him as a boss....well....I pity him...I can practically visualize the swear words that flip across their minds as they bitch about him during every possible boss-free break! Poor him - blissfully unaware of the universality of Boss hatred, continues to labor in his misconceptions and I, out of kindness for his feelings, spare him the trouble of going into details!
Anyways - Iam digressing...I was saying that I walk into office and after my seating is arranged startegically, I sink into the volumes of weight that my inbox heroically bore for me over the weekend! You know,the worst part is that - I do love my job, I love the variety and the scope and the opportunities in my role and the unpredictability of the day when I leave for office every morning. But on Monday mornings- I HATE MY JOB! I wonder about the surfaceality and meaninglessness of the work that I do on Monday mornings....I remember the many lives which are suffering outside who are waiting for my benevolence and kindness on Monday mornings....I remember the offer I got to work from a primary school near my house(9:00am to 2:00pm) and think about taking a course on journalism on Monday mornings to pursue my high school dream...And it takes all my strength of character to kick myself on my butt and tell myself that Iam NOT being philosophical - iam just being royally LAZY!....Trust me....I could well be dreaming about a range of jobs where I could be from a designer role in Ralph Lauren (where I would most certainly be kicked out for my abysmal sense of fashion!) to a food and exotic place anchor in some majorly popular TV show (Where I would most certainly be a failure as my tolerance with different cuisines are on the lines of what Hitler thought about democracy.... Aand Iam a vegetarian! )
Yeah!- all this lasts only for the first 3 hours of work on Monday mornings...once Iam into the rigor of the day, I hardly give a thought to these notions. But to make this an honest account - they do recur occasionally when I screw something up royally and wait for the boss bomb to blast (yeah! and those who know me well will know that that's not rare!)
This is to all the Monday Mornings that have terrified me and all the Monday mornings looming large in the horizon.....well - Here I come - Iam ready for you guys! They say time and tide waits for no man - well Catch me if you can!!!
Its most often on sunday nights that my philosophical side kicks in....and I wonder about what a material existence mine is....I wake up everyday and rush to office....check my calendar for the impending disasters of the day and arrange my mood and temper levels accordingly....I work my positioning in office depending upon my boss's seating arrangement....My distance from her is usually inversely proportional to the number of "actionables" that she would need status from me on that particular day for...Actually...its not my boss's fault...she is a very nice woman...she just cant help being a boss - and we all know what all Boss's are! My cousin's husband is a team lead and when I told him this, he said with a confident smile brimming in his complacent face, that HIS team dosent feel that way and that they all love him as a boss....well....I pity him...I can practically visualize the swear words that flip across their minds as they bitch about him during every possible boss-free break! Poor him - blissfully unaware of the universality of Boss hatred, continues to labor in his misconceptions and I, out of kindness for his feelings, spare him the trouble of going into details!
Anyways - Iam digressing...I was saying that I walk into office and after my seating is arranged startegically, I sink into the volumes of weight that my inbox heroically bore for me over the weekend! You know,the worst part is that - I do love my job, I love the variety and the scope and the opportunities in my role and the unpredictability of the day when I leave for office every morning. But on Monday mornings- I HATE MY JOB! I wonder about the surfaceality and meaninglessness of the work that I do on Monday mornings....I remember the many lives which are suffering outside who are waiting for my benevolence and kindness on Monday mornings....I remember the offer I got to work from a primary school near my house(9:00am to 2:00pm) and think about taking a course on journalism on Monday mornings to pursue my high school dream...And it takes all my strength of character to kick myself on my butt and tell myself that Iam NOT being philosophical - iam just being royally LAZY!....Trust me....I could well be dreaming about a range of jobs where I could be from a designer role in Ralph Lauren (where I would most certainly be kicked out for my abysmal sense of fashion!) to a food and exotic place anchor in some majorly popular TV show (Where I would most certainly be a failure as my tolerance with different cuisines are on the lines of what Hitler thought about democracy.... Aand Iam a vegetarian! )
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| Or till Friday evening comes - whichever way you want it! |
Yeah!- all this lasts only for the first 3 hours of work on Monday mornings...once Iam into the rigor of the day, I hardly give a thought to these notions. But to make this an honest account - they do recur occasionally when I screw something up royally and wait for the boss bomb to blast (yeah! and those who know me well will know that that's not rare!)
This is to all the Monday Mornings that have terrified me and all the Monday mornings looming large in the horizon.....well - Here I come - Iam ready for you guys! They say time and tide waits for no man - well Catch me if you can!!!
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