Now, all our days are rather filled with work. Endless work. It's as if all the machines were protesting too.
Flashback:
Someone brought up the point that we humans end up being slaves to everything we created: like computers, machines (in general), and money. Now in retrospect, we have also become slaves to time. We invented the notion of time, derived from basic and complicated mathematics and laws of nature. Yet, here we are, chasing after time.
As for the machines, there is no doubt that we are now slaves to them. While I sit here typing away in the darkness of the night, I think about how any computer can just crash without warning (no, really); how any car can just stop working before we know it (god forbid); and how we can't stop all this.
I guess that is also why there are so many sayings in English and Bahasa Malaysia regarding humans and their plans: "plans of mice and men oft go awry" (one example)
End of flashback
Good night.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
another day, another story
It's Friday, a supposedly chill day, but we were counting the hours. 5pm seemed so far away. I walked in to an empty room and had no time to waste, despite being early. James and Andrew were not working today. I was stuck with Kathie. I always had trouble getting along with Kathie, though. I didn't care much for Kathie's arrival, knowing full well that it'd be funny if she even came on time.
Kathie sauntered in before she'd be "late" and took her sweet time setting up everything for her day's work. To be nice, as Kathie always tries, she asked if I wanted her to get me anything for breakfast. I politely declined.
Before we knew it, the two of us were swamped. I know I couldn't wait for 9am to hit so that we'd have some assisting comrades in the battle against crazy unfortunate events.
CM came today, and it felt like CM brought all the unfortunate events along. Complaints were piling up, but we were all too busy to notice our surroundings. We were like the worker bees, trying so damn hard to please CM, the queen bee.
I was more stressed than I should have been. Just having CM near makes me lose the ability to think straight.
As the hours passed by, I was glad it was Friday. Saturday would be a great relief for all of us. A great day to forget CM and the unfortunate events of Friday. 5pm came too soon and I stayed back almost an hour to finish up work.
Yvette could only look on with a sad face when I turned down her questions after 5pm.
I need to be OFF duty after 5pm.
Kathie sauntered in before she'd be "late" and took her sweet time setting up everything for her day's work. To be nice, as Kathie always tries, she asked if I wanted her to get me anything for breakfast. I politely declined.
Before we knew it, the two of us were swamped. I know I couldn't wait for 9am to hit so that we'd have some assisting comrades in the battle against crazy unfortunate events.
CM came today, and it felt like CM brought all the unfortunate events along. Complaints were piling up, but we were all too busy to notice our surroundings. We were like the worker bees, trying so damn hard to please CM, the queen bee.
I was more stressed than I should have been. Just having CM near makes me lose the ability to think straight.
As the hours passed by, I was glad it was Friday. Saturday would be a great relief for all of us. A great day to forget CM and the unfortunate events of Friday. 5pm came too soon and I stayed back almost an hour to finish up work.
Yvette could only look on with a sad face when I turned down her questions after 5pm.
I need to be OFF duty after 5pm.
Monday, September 27, 2010
on the first day
It didn't matter what the temperature was outside. All she knew was she was cold.
As she sat there, moving as fast as she can to keep her warmth, something clicked. It sounded like the air conditioner was turned off. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slowed her pace and adjusted herself. She sat straight up and tuned out all the other sounds. There was work to be done.
She thought about what would happen if the a/c was off for too long. She might start complaining it's too hot. She smiled, shaking her head ever so slightly at the thought of always wanting what she didn't have.
Hey, maybe the grass always looks greener on the other side....
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He remembered how much he wanted everything to work out. He was determined to make things work that day, no matter what the cost. He looked at her crestfallen face. She seemed ready to just give up, after having stood her ground on the matter. A clock tower somewhere chimes once to mark 30 minutes past five, and it cares not who hears it. They wanted to help each other out so badly, but they were both at the end of their wits. Angry at the situation. Drained of all energy. After an exchange of a few semi-harsh words, he didn't look at her as she tried to cool herself down. He continued his conversation with the 3rd party that mattered.
She couldn't help but think of the green, green grass of home and how far she was from it, still. She walked away before she could hurt anyone, letting him have the last word. He knew the green, green grass was calling her name. Home was calling her name. Family love was calling her name. He was a gentleman, so he let her leave.
As she sat there, moving as fast as she can to keep her warmth, something clicked. It sounded like the air conditioner was turned off. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slowed her pace and adjusted herself. She sat straight up and tuned out all the other sounds. There was work to be done.
She thought about what would happen if the a/c was off for too long. She might start complaining it's too hot. She smiled, shaking her head ever so slightly at the thought of always wanting what she didn't have.
Hey, maybe the grass always looks greener on the other side....
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He remembered how much he wanted everything to work out. He was determined to make things work that day, no matter what the cost. He looked at her crestfallen face. She seemed ready to just give up, after having stood her ground on the matter. A clock tower somewhere chimes once to mark 30 minutes past five, and it cares not who hears it. They wanted to help each other out so badly, but they were both at the end of their wits. Angry at the situation. Drained of all energy. After an exchange of a few semi-harsh words, he didn't look at her as she tried to cool herself down. He continued his conversation with the 3rd party that mattered.
She couldn't help but think of the green, green grass of home and how far she was from it, still. She walked away before she could hurt anyone, letting him have the last word. He knew the green, green grass was calling her name. Home was calling her name. Family love was calling her name. He was a gentleman, so he let her leave.
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