My post has a tail that drags and a spring that jumps…
Vacuum @ company has suddenly got a lot of matter into it. The matter has got my brains warped up, fortunately or unfortunately. Fortunately because the dents show on my face so my trainers don’t cross-question me for my doubts. Unfortunately because my colleagues have started believing that the dents might transform to holes if the trainers drill too much into my brains to fix information. Good/bad whatever…but I always feel as if a small red ant bites the ridges and grooves inside my skull intermittently.
Yet the egocentric urge to pass in the self-endurance test overcomes the physical inconvenience [Stamina dude] perhaps cuz I am still waiting to experience the “I am 24/7 on a call” feeling which even the fanatics called CEOs might not have been through but some of my friends have had the privilege [or curse as per perspectives!] to be in its hype. Probably they have touched the ideal state of workaholicism or perhaps just the hype! My friends complained about the state but for me it has apparently become an ambition.
To wake up early is no longer a pain. Setting the reins for a new race everyday provokes the adrenaline rush which makes the borborygmus of the empty stomach only grow louder until I rush for lunch in order to subside it before any embarrassing situation arises.
Now I’m in a situation of mixed emotions. It definitely feels good to be earning in the real sense after four months of sinecure but simultaneously I feel suffocated trying to survive in the cut-throat competition. I force myself to feel exhilarated about work on Monday mornings and the exhilaration comes in by default on Friday evenings. The heading explains the rest…
