To kill a boring timesheet.

Boredom like happiness is a phenomenon that does not set in without your permission.
You can always opt for more exciting offers.
And since I have been on bench for the past three months, I have had time to experiment.

The first few days; I sat back and read the entire Garfield collection. Now; there is no other virtually real character that I adore more. And during this time I noticed that an over eating sensation can set in from having too much of what you like- not considering what form you take it in.

So I decided that I am a responsible citizen of the universe and started reading all kinds of newspapers. National and international. Too many disasters, terror strikes, toxic wastes, global warming, stock market going down and political filth! Now disgust is a very exciting emotion. You can brood with it, sulk with, suicide with it (hmmm) and you can even sleep with it.

Since research was the next step for any honest to God, responsible, solution seeking woman of the world; I sat reading the histories of world problems -to set the ‘who started what’ straight. Lebanon, Israel, Pakistan, India, Palestine, Iraq, Kuwait. Hey! Have you heard about that chicken and egg question? Good!

Several weeks of face to face interaction followed. I learned the HR department tosses coins to see if you fill a slot. There is more than one kind of managers: the ones who don’t care about your growth and the ones who don’t care. Threatening is a good way to get your way. Cheating is good- For your ego. And people are going to ask you the most obvious questions is the world: ‘why the heck do you want an onsite’ ‘why do you want to work on a challenging project’ ‘so what if you don’t get a chance now’ ‘what makes you think that doing an year long bad project is going to slow you down’ ‘who the hell asked you to be patient’ ‘where did you get the idea that people are rewarded for good performance’ ‘what makes you think that your appraisal meant anything to us’ ‘it’s all about being at the right place at the right time, what? , you disagree?’ Well, well.. you get a concoction of exciting feelings there.

You can always decide to write a book. No, no! don’t write one. Every human being decides to write a book. I was going to put in all my experiments: with my character, with my emotions, and with other people’s emotions. My book would have been called ‘my experiments with truth’. Gandhi had copyrights to that title. Damn! There goes my book. But a feeling of oneness with the man for thinking on the same lines gives you some solace. I still haven’t forgiven him for stealing my path to fame. What we have here is a feeling of trespassed greatness.

You can be a jolly good fellow. And collect information. God bless my outlook. Sharing knowledge has never attained such heights of convenience. All I have to is CTRL+C; CTRL+V, and press FWD. It is gratifying to let them know you are a woman of words. It makes you feel smart. Much smarter than the dumbass in the next cubicle who is coding away to glory. Curse him!
You can forward any mail without reading. Even to that religious uncle of yours who thinks you are taking his advice. And then spent a fortnight worrying about whether he actually opened that stupid attachment (the one with the non-veg parts in it). The next do gooder mail from him can soothe you down. But while you wait, a stormy blood pressure will save you from boredom.

There are many more ways to kill boredom. Just ask me. I think this topic is getting too long, so ciao.