7.15am: I begin to regret watching Casino Royale so late last night. The bed feels soft, the drone of the fan is hypnotic and the air is cool outside - or must be. I reset the alarm and tumble back into sleep.
7.45am: I wake up and forcefully detach myself from bed. I stumble into the toilet, armed with cigarettes and a rumbling tummy. I do the necessary, keeping an eye on the clock. I put my head in my hands, wondering what sort of day it’ll be. I conclude that I will be fucked up the moon, answer a million phone calls and acquiesce to a dozen requests.
8.45am: The BBC runs a story about some hotel in Israel losing its summer business. I half-listen to it, while resigning myself to a bad Monday. The mobilephone rings. Out of sheer bloody-mindedness, I refuse to answer it. I get some satisfaction when the ringing stops. I will pay for that missed call later; that’s how karma works.
9.26am: Updated twitter, ran through emails quickly and sorted out my tasks for the day. Lots to do. Phone at office rings off the bloody hook. Colleague across from me mutters something about “dying todayâ€. I sympathize.
9.38am: Work duly delegated to subordinate. I suspect he needs more time to get things done. I sympathize. My superior will not sympathize. I say “fuck it, just get it doneâ€. I load up my trusty vlc player and open up ep. 80 of Leo Laporte’s / Steve Gibson’s Security Now. I plug in the headphones and I’m on another planet.
10.51am: Exhaustive inquiries complete. I sigh with relief. I kill 10 minutes on a cigarette or two.
12.05pm: Report done. Boss re-arranges my priorities and I hand in my draft. He asks me a few questions. I answer dispassionately. He smiles. I smile. I think about beer. Cold, cold beer.
2.40pm: Indian food = bad for corporate slaves. Especially banana leaf rice. Umm. Sleepy. I receive phone call. Someone’s shouting on the other line. I hold the receiver about 1′ away from my ear. I get that murderous urge all over again…
4.21pm: I finish second report and boss asks me when I’m buying him beers. I feel trapped. I can’t back out since I’ve gotten my bonus. I tells J we needs to take the Man out for beers. He agrees. Other boss also agrees.
5.30pm: FUCKIN’ BEERS!!!! and a black russian.
10.00pm: I stumble back home, and catch a little of the Oscars. I applaud when Pan’s Labyrinth wins the award for best art direction. I trudge up the stairs and collapse onto bed. After typing out blog entry for 26/02/07.
Comments (9)
good prose boy/girl/whatever gender label you prefer ;D
“I will pay for that missed call later; that’s how karma works.”
I know how you feel man. Can’t some people realise that yes, my mobile phone is turned on 24 hours but my attention has other priorities?
LOL I’m a guy, though my moniker prefers to be genderless.
But yeah, I do like girls ;)
(or women, whatever).
My online life is slowing down a little. wanna catch up with the stuff that i’ve bought or downloaded. taking a break from writing too…need to recharge a little
am mainstreaming. getting a car. what do you think of the mitsubishi icar?
just bought the boxed set of paranoia agent (US original). hope i find time to watch it. cost me S$160+
Don’t know much about the Mitz iCar, dude but it’s a SmartTwo clone right? Not feeling too hot about the SmartTwo. What about getting the Mitz Colt? A little larger, but better. Or better, get the Alfa 147 (used to be my dream set of wheels).
Been taking a break from the online world, getting too caught up with work due to the.. recent natural disasters ;) But I know what you mean: being online means putting stuff out there, but there’s no nourishment inside. I don’t know. Maybe I need a break, too.. or maybe not. See how it goes LOL..
i’d wanted to get a toyota hilux, one of those pick-ups that’s popular with the Taliban. the catch is that it’s only available for sale across the border…
Dude, a Hilux? That’s like a van, right? Whatever for?! Eh, ever thought of getting one of those petrol guzzling SUVs?
Yeah a flatbed pick up. I have changed my mind about the mitsubishi icar. it’s a chick lit mobile. Might switch to a SUV. probably a toyota rush or a suzuki sx4.
btw, lam_par spotted back in IR :-)
I have come to belief that honesty/moral integrity and the ability to sell stuff are mutually exclusive traits.
So have I. Which is why I try not to. You’ll be surprised how difficult it is to avoid that in my job.