Friday, December 08, 2006

The nine-to-six routine from Monday to Friday makes my life straightforward and less complicating. Yet in the absence of complications, I still find myself stuck in the sickness of a customized life. I’d rather be dealing with homework and exams, then to be dealing with difficult people and demanding situations.

Sometimes I wish there would be an invisible door in the office which would welcome me to an entirely different universe– the utopia kind.

I am disgusted, wound up and disheartened by the work I am doing.

Let me see… my occupation is like any normal human being. It is not immoral, nor is it extraordinary. It is an honest job, a decent profession.

Then why am I still upset about it?

One, it stress me out, especially when people give orders when they don’t appear to be in the position to do that.

Two, I am suffocated by the files and paperwork, and it just keeps on piling up. The distribution of work is uneven, and I don’t want to make a bitch out of myself by complaining to them. That’s why I’m throwing it out here.

Three, no one seems to understand and appreciate the effort and time the support staff are putting in. Even puppies could feel the compassion of their masters.

Four, they only believe what they see. Full-stop.

Five, I am missing out on many other things which life has to offer. I am better off dead.

Six, people are claiming credit for work done when they shouldn’t. Thank God my conscience is clear.

Seven, they expect too much for too little. Typical human beings.

Eight, they seek your advise but doubt your judgment. Still typical human beings. Damn to the absence of a practicing cert!

Nine, they expect to be spoon-fed. There aren’t babies here.

Ten, I have a life to do outside work. I am really better off dead, and embrace the endless joy of heaven.

It all marks down to one root of the hitch – human beings as adults.

It makes me feel like crying upon the thought that I could never be better than what I am.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be trying too hard.

... seen through it and moved on.