Let me start off by saying, “It’s not always good news”, and
good news for us (the 9-6 robots) is the one and only “Your work is done, you
may leave for the day”.
But, again that rarely happens. What really happens is as
soon as the clock ticks 6, your brain says, “Boy you've worked enough today and
BOOM it just shuts!” Your brain has given you a clear sign of Do Not Disturb,
but Mr. Boss man has other plans for you.
But, then this happened:
“Morning is here, sunshine is here! The sky is clear, Get
into gear!!”
Woke up, feeling all energetic and excited. Never felt
better in the mornings. So, I drive to work early, listening to some happy
tracks, and hit the gym at my workplace. A hot water shower after the gym and
I’m all geared up for the day, with a perfect schedule in my head.
Then, I reach the floor and I get a work request which is quite a
simple one. I am told to take my time and
finish the work request, there’s no hurry, and I’m thinking,” Oh that is good.
No pressure, I can work in peace. Finish as much as I can, leave tops by 7!
Just how I planned. Good day indeed.
Now, its 6, and I am all happy because I have managed to
finish the work , and after the boss man reviews it I can go out catch up with
some friends over a cup of coffee, grab some good dinner( as opposed to the
very monotonous Pizza we eat, when we work late). And heavens, it happened I
left at 7. And after that all I can say is, “It was a good night”.
Then, the alarm profoundly rang into my ears and oh the
dream…………….
Well, now for the reality.
The part where I wake up is right, but not quite with the
whole Morning is here, sunshine is here, let’s get into gear, more like,
“Morning is here? Oh, no. Damn the sunshine.” So, I drag myself out of the
comfort of my little too awesome comforter, and drive to office at 7 in the
morning, so that I can hit the gym before I start my work for the day.
Gym time is the only one which remains same in my dreams as
it is in reality. I feel good, thin (I weigh 45 kgs, so I feel thin otherwise
also) and strong. So, congratulations to me for that one hour of my day, which
I would like to call, “Productive.”
It is 10 am now, so it’s time for reality to bite me back in
the ass. Before I even take a minute to keep my laptop down, work is ready to
pounce on me, and this time it comes with a stringent deadline. (This is where
I miss that “Take your time, there’s no hurry”, ugh dreams!).
Did I tell you I hit the gym today? So, when I do that my
stomach goes on a hunting spree. It wants to eat everything. But, with that work
request in, I have to decide between breakfast and lunch. (Don’t judge me; I’m
a fat, hungry kid inside). I eat what 3 people eat for breakfast; hoping lunch
time would go by easily and get to work. With a little help from my dear friend
at work, I do finish my work sharp at 5, with thoughts of that missed lunch a
couple of times in between, well we have all been there.
I’m happy now, with hopes that the dream come true. And, Mr. Boss
man would quickly review it and it’ll be a good day. If only the clocks ran
under my command.
The clock tick 7, and the plan of leaving at 7 cease to
exist and I end up staying till 11.30. Not working, mind you. Waiting for the
review, which sadly does not start till 10, because boss is a busy man, he has
to attend to other things (which I totally understand, not).
I reach home at 12, and into the comfort of my dreams I lay,
until another day!
JG
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