Work Is Not Enough

I never thought I could do so much work in one go. I think work should ideally be distributed uniformly across many dayz in such a way that you have ample time to take a nap or two in between. I am a senior software engineer, and working my ass off in a way so that I can easily get demoted to a junior one, or even an intern level. (Naah, I’m not that bad, I’ve heard higher you move up the ladder, more managerish you become and lesser you have to think or do. So, think reverse.). That is my funda but these people just won’t listen and give me more and more work. And I see so many people around me behaving in such a critically busy way (as if they’re missing an Indian train) that I even have started feeling proud telling people that I am busy. Some people got real offended as they thought I am trying to avoid them. That is the problem in not saying “I’m busy”, term too often. So I’ve made it a point to repeat these two golden words at least twice a day just for the heck of it. Aakhir image ka sawaal hai. Kabhi na kabhi to banana padegi yaar.

And I’m working late nights. I almost dozed off in front of my boss today trying to prove that I’m actually working hard. He didn’t believe me, such an ass he is. But bosses round the world are famous for that and I have no hard feelings for him. I actually tried my best to sympathize with him and tried to prove that all is not bad, unless the whole system failed and my whole life rotated right in front of me. He tried to blame the team and I tried to defend them, the people who made the system. I tried to blame it on something else, but he was just not duffer enough. Darn. I again pitied him and forgave him for his ignorance almost instantaneously. I think he should learn to be more of a manager and should donate what is left of his brain to Mr. George Bush, and then maybe both can be of at least some use to their country.

Somebody had told me long back that you shouldn’t mind people who are angry and yelling. He was yelling that he’ll not let me go back to India. I told him not to worry about that since I will go back anyway. I left when I saw he didn’t recognize the sense of humor in my voice and almost spilled his coffee on his shoes. Well that’s ok because I wasn’t kidding anyway. I was just hoping that he would think that I’m joking or something, and later on I would tell him straight from flight that I wasn’t. Hell of a plan that was.

But somehow, I still feel that work is not enough. I still have time to talk to the people I want to. I am writing this blog already. Was never short of time so as not to pick up and play my guitar at least once everyday. I can check my personal emails, and even write replies. I have time to chat with my few close friends, to eat food and drink coffee. I have enough time to burn my lungs thoroughly and there was never more time to get pissed off at things so confidently. I have not yet stopped taking bath and using deodorant. I still brush my teeth and comb my hair. And so I’ve started believing, no matter how busy you are, you always have time to do the things you like ( or some cleansing things which you have to ). Simply, work cannot be enough, its just never ending facet of our life…. I guess.

Anyway, I’ll leave now, I’m quite busy you see…