reading helter skelter

Friday, December 22, 2006

It all extends from stress, as they always say.



It is quite quaint how people tend to work themselves up so much that on one faithful day, when all the stress builds up against them and squeezes them like how a kid would do to a very pitiful stress ball, they snap with a sickening squelch and lands face first into a pot of boiling hot water, (not that that actually happens, for that matter, but it just might, just…).



And then after that sickening experience, those who managed to keep alive then goes for a CLAIMED hiatus, when firstly the choice of destination isn’t even far flung and secondly when their Hawaiian shirts are still locked up 6 feet deep into their cupboards.
They then so return after a few short days, ironically, and start to sit in the pressure cooker once again, patiently waiting for things to start simmering again, and so we have the whole act once again, repeated over and over till the one faithful day when, our dear person finally falls face first into that pot of boiling water: this time literally meant.



Not that I’m stressing myself out at the moment, but right now, I’m feeling precariously perched at the edge of BORE MOUNTAIN with nothing but a small packet of Smints.



“The life in a common office bores me”, thought Joshua as he thought of what else to type to continue this life saving prose. Around him sounds and voices were at a buzz, silly plastic contraptions rang like phones, people chattered, paper shredded and the occasional rumble of the mammoth copier standing astutely in the corner of a big, white washed floor sounded in perfect rhythm and symphony with each other. “Well, I would not want to be back in this silly little rummy place,” he mused as he eavesdropped to listen to the many different conversations that were bouncing off the perfectly white walls. One about some student that failed something sometime, another about funny Chinese colleagues… “Oh the usual titter tatter gossip you find among such tittering tattering gossipy people” he mumbled under his breath as he continued to type a third person narrative story on the terminal he was using. He was told when he first came not to do things of such, but, looking at the situation around him, and the many masses and scores of mice playing due to the infamously fat tabby not being at home, he decided that he would bypass the silly rule for once and start preoccupying himself with such titter tatter. “ You see?” Joshua asked his invisible audiences somewhere over the rainbow. “I am so bored that I have to type in third person! How rummy!” It is not sure how his audiences would react, but Joshua smiled to think that they would find him a little eccentric, if not perhaps a tad bit loony. But, alas, such contrivances could not be helped when one, especially in the case of Joshua, was feeling particularly bored.



So, office life really IS a dud. A bore at top grade, and a complete waste of electricity, while we are at the blithering subject of wastage. So I hope all of you work hard, study smart and prevent yourself from getting into the thresholds of an office. At least from this one that is.



Tally Ho!
Cheers.

post by joshua at 1:16 AM (x)

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