Have any of you people ever written for the sake of absurdity? Sounds alien? Let me explain…
I have a wicked deadline…12 godforsaken files to develop by the end of day, today. Now don’t bother your Cs in the brain with what is it that I do for a living. It’s not the point.
The point rather is, if my manager sees me writing this piece of crap instead of some inane technicality on ‘Designing Business Intelligence Architecture in Microsoft SQL Server 2008’, I’ll be completely fired. (There is of course no such thing as getting completely or partially fired…I just love hyperboles…ignore it.)
But let’s not digress…It’s 5.30 in the evening…and in another painfully quick half an hour, it will be the end of a business day. But in spite of the sad inevitability, I’m having the cheek to scribble nonsense. Am I paid for this? Not in a million dreams. But what the pink panther! (I just got tired of saying ‘what the hell’…there is no such thing as a pink panther…kill me if I digress again).
Cool…this gives a semblance of hope to my living. I don’t live for those software geeks at Redmond. I don’t live for an ITES job that pays me mustards (I got tired of peanuts…KILL ME!!!). I don’t live for the pointless meetings in semi-lit (euphemism for sleepy) boardrooms. I don’t live for those immensely critical phone calls at 5.59pm with a colleague 2000 miles away. I live for moments like these, when I can scribble what ever comes to my mind with a gun pointed at my temple. And to tell you the truth…I’m loving it.
I have a wicked deadline…12 godforsaken files to develop by the end of day, today. Now don’t bother your Cs in the brain with what is it that I do for a living. It’s not the point.
The point rather is, if my manager sees me writing this piece of crap instead of some inane technicality on ‘Designing Business Intelligence Architecture in Microsoft SQL Server 2008’, I’ll be completely fired. (There is of course no such thing as getting completely or partially fired…I just love hyperboles…ignore it.)
But let’s not digress…It’s 5.30 in the evening…and in another painfully quick half an hour, it will be the end of a business day. But in spite of the sad inevitability, I’m having the cheek to scribble nonsense. Am I paid for this? Not in a million dreams. But what the pink panther! (I just got tired of saying ‘what the hell’…there is no such thing as a pink panther…kill me if I digress again).
Cool…this gives a semblance of hope to my living. I don’t live for those software geeks at Redmond. I don’t live for an ITES job that pays me mustards (I got tired of peanuts…KILL ME!!!). I don’t live for the pointless meetings in semi-lit (euphemism for sleepy) boardrooms. I don’t live for those immensely critical phone calls at 5.59pm with a colleague 2000 miles away. I live for moments like these, when I can scribble what ever comes to my mind with a gun pointed at my temple. And to tell you the truth…I’m loving it.
6 comments:
oh so you
ei pagllamor jonnei to bacha
mad with a capital M A and D
what the hattima tim!!
I agree. Totally. What the fish.
I totally know what you mean. At least you have written a good post...last couple of days I simply opened Word and typed '!@#$%RET^&*(I*&^%43%'.....' hoping that my boss would think I was working while I actually found a cool way to vent my frustration!
Ritika and Deblina...I didn't know what to do with my frustration...so I wrote this blog...but I guess this frustration thing is an epidemic these days...
This is great, but I am still waiting for my files. Kindly send ASAP ;-)
V
Aree! What files?
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