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Solace of the Shadows
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Whenever the finishing line of something becomes vaguely yet invitingly visible, the more it becomes frustratingly difficult to reach. Everything seems to throw itself onto its path, strewn in a manner to slow you down, claw and dig, making the distance even more painfully obvious.
It amazes me how time and time again the system can break the threshold and set new levels. I've never seen such blatant exploitation of manpower and resources by such individuals, with complete disregard to anyone but themselves, until coming face to face with these so called "superiors". Superior in terms of what, i'm not exactly sure. And neither do i acknowledge it in any way. But they do seem to perform exceedingly well at being morons, i gotta hand it to them.
So just a simple intel alert as a pre-emptive measure was enough to spark my ignorant and stupid boss into prodding me to organize a very last minute meeting on a Friday evening just as everyone was looking forward to going back and enjoying a nice weekend at home/outside. Fine and good, i organized the meeting for their little discussion. It was the consequence of which i did not expect.
From all this pointless talking during meetings emerges two natural outcomes. DELEGATION and TASKING. In other words, none of the people in the meeting actually do anything. They just get other people to do it for them.
And thats how i ended up having to call and deploy 8 of my fellow NSmen, with much reluctance, to burn their weekend patrolling throughout the night from 10pm to 5am the next morning. On top of several others, including myself, who had duties to perform during the weekend.
Now comes the big rhetorical question. What would my boss be doing during this entire time?
1st probable answer : SLEEPING his bloody fat arse off in bed.
2nd probable answer : SLEEPING his bloody fat arse off on his couch.
3rd probable answer : SLEEPING.....hell you get what i mean.
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On to more important matters. Another reason why this week has been so hard is because a certain someone is currently located several billion miles away in the Middle East, and its been very difficult to adjust accordingly. Its like reaching out for something instinctively, even though you know its not physically there. But you continue to. I shall not expound on this in great length because it serves no purpose here.
But Fatin dear, if you're reading this, please come home safely. And if you can, bring some briyani back from that Pakistani restaurant too hehe. Kidding. I miss you very very VERY much.
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