Jibber Jabber

And when all you wanted to do was to pack your bag and go home, you receive something that makes your blood boil. Why do despicable things happen just when you’re about to enter or do something you like? Is this one of those natural laws? Why can’t these bloody things be persuaded to happen in the middle of the day so you can have all the afternoon to bitch about it? Sure, it would waste your employers time but hey, all you do is waste time at work anyway so at least it would be just another thing instead of the usual. Bottomline, you still waste time– like you do everyday.

But when time that’s wasted from all the bitching is yours, i.e. after 5 pm, it’s time to get angry.

It’s bad enough that you have to wake up everyday, against your will, and force yourself to take a bath though there’s nothing more that you would have loved to do than go back to bed. It’s bad enough that you’re forced to sell 8 hours of your day to some nameless slavedriver who screws you over your salary, and then assigns another douchebag to send you something unpleasant so they could screw up your after-office life too. And it’s bad enough that you can’t do anything about it. Sure you can ignore it, but the seed of disgust has already been planted in your mind. Which means you will be bearing that foul thought in your head for the rest of the night.

I think it’s time to sue. Nah scratch that, you would have to be an idiot to go to court in this part of the world. This is not Boston where you can hire Allan Shore to go against Microsoft for not including an outlook option that allows the user to label his email with “THIS IS GOING TO SCREW YOUR DAY”. For god’s sake this is a country where children who are the object of a custody battle literally become parents themselves before cases are even concluded.

Or you can blog, and rant, and blow off steam. Like what I just did. Ta.