I’m writing a lot on this blog again which can only mean two things; either I’m bored out of my wits with my new assignment or I’m swamped with inane work. As it happens, I am up to my eyeballs in admin stuff. Sometimes the work that I do becomes so surreal that it’s unbelievably difficult to focus. For one, I have this overriding belief that work should at least contribute to my professional growth, if contributing to my growth as a human being is too much to ask. So when I’m faced with something that I have to do because of a compliance requirement, I get antsy and couldn’t wait to get out of my cubicle.
Work becomes doubly hard when this happens. I still believe in making the best of every given situation but it’s hard to get into that mindset when you’re being asked to milk a rock. Turning water into wine would be less difficult.
All this complaining can be quite tiresome but then again I’m not a cow, and I can’t just stampede along with the rest of the mindless herd. If something causes my belly to ache, I moan; if something itches, I scratch. I guess that makes me a bellyaching scratcher. Oh well, being a complainer is far better than being a dog who complies eagerly when asked to roll over and die. I know I’ll have to do my own version of rolling over sooner or later but at least complaining (though in silence) allows me a little false sense of satisfaction that I’m not taking everything sitting down.
Some of us have to maintain our rebellious image intact—even if it’s only imagined.
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