In my last post I was ranting about how I felt that I deserved a seat in an office somewhere deep in the capital’s CBD. Well, interestingly,a few days after that post I landed myself an administration job in a start up agency. The thrill of starting something new can always be likened to how I respond in all my new relationships. That honeymoon period is priceless and no other feeling can match it. Overtime, however, love begins to see and what it finds is almost always an undesirable. On the ride to work this morning, I was deep in thought thinking about how its almost hilarious that we all wake up so early every morning and wear our ‘work faces’ just so we can become camouflaged from poverty. Like a face we put on to hide our own tired, dreamless and scared face.
I miss breakfast. The kind you sit on a table surrounded by family and feast like that’s all there is to do. The kind where you stare off into space as you nimble on a fresh strand of bacon or polony or whatever it is that your new face has been able to afford you. Life is dreamy that way. But never in an office. I can’t dream of brighter days in an office. The walls cage in my imagination. Outside is where its at. With the many faces and the sea of trees. That’s where my dreams come alive. This post is exactly what happens when you put a hippie in an office! I laugh at this thought and consider for a little while on whether I can properly be categorized as a hippie. I’m not easy to box up. The attempts made to do so seem to satisfy me in their failures
I haven’t blogged in a while because (no, this is not an excuse as my boss would already be accusing) I’m flooded with inferior (Yes, I said it!) forms of writing such as business proposals, reports and strategies. This stifles the soul of my writing and reaches out to my very own. Understand how office robots are manufactured? Stifle the soul. Or don’t install programs that can be substituted for souls!
My cousin thinks I’m ungrateful, aunt says I’m lazy but my mom thinks I’m a star. They are all terribly wrong. I am grateful as fuck! Don’t administrators put in the most work in organisations? I completely adore my mother.
Yes,my thoughts are in shambles and no it is not yet that time of the month. Perhaps this is something to get used to in 3rd world countries. We all have our place.