Having Fun

I spend my day in a cubical. For almost 12 hours a day, the computer blaring in my face, my finger pounding the keyboard buttons, I type sales messages. And, presume that they actually lure somebody to that effect. My compatriots do the same. But I often wonder what drives them.

But all-in-all we have fun, usually we pretend to. Often we do so to kill the stress. Before it kills us. Close deadlines, high expectations, workplace bureaucracy and a lot more remains a part of the under current. 'I want a sexy headline', I often hear the servicing team demand after a briefing, which usually is, 'I want a sexy headline'.

I am not a pessimist. Trust me, I love my job. But I would love it more if wasn't asked to meet outlandish expectations.

Organisations slyly disregard the existence of underlying politics. 'A politics-free environment', they often describe it in their recruitment ads. And, while they say so they are busy bad-mouthing and screwing someone’s happiness. An ugly bunch of sell-outs (me included).

Wonder why I'm still on the job. Simply because they're keeping me... ;)

Its not what you see, its what you believe in.

Winning isn’t everything. However, more often than not it's how you perceive victory. Because perception is reality.

The day I joined my company my aspirations knew no bounds. It was definitely not the highest point in my life, but I believed that a glorious, highflying career would head start.

I wish.

On a day-to-day basis I PERSISITENTLY try and evaluate myself but then I wonder on what basis do I do so. And then I SINCERLY ask myself a question, 'For how long?'.

There are an array of things that exite me, lure me every single day I make my way to office.

I like writing. And so, I've been hired. Ideally they pay me for having fun. Many-a-times it takes a backseat. I often feel flustered by thoughts that seem daunting.

I surely don't want to give up on writing. But I still await another day, the day I start writing for myself.