The horrors of work

The clock struck nine and I am still dressing up! In the back of my mind, I can see my boss’ flared nostrils as he scrunches his forehead in fury.

The purple, throbbing vein in his throat might pop any moment. He is shouting, his spit flying all over. And I am still getting ready.

I try my best to catch the first metro

The first auto

None the less, I reach fifteen minutes late. As I step into the office, as quietly as a church mouse, the boss, smelling the putrid stench of fear turns around. His eyes red with rage, I cringe and the firing brigade enters the room.

After what seems to be a millennium of flying sputum and curse words, I go and sit on my desk.

I still feel the raging bull’s peering eyes into my back but I try to ignore it. What more can go wrong today! The boss comes over, announces two more articles for the day and I sink into my seat. One article takes up about five cigarettes and half my day, how was I supposed to finish three??

Trying to see the flickering silver-lining over the dark cloud, I think, it would be a creative challenge and I should take it.

 I tie a figurative working cloth on my head, pat my arms and start to write. After a few toiling hours, i realise, my first article is done, I take it proudly to my boss, happily, smiling all the way, he reads it, looks at me, smirks and tells me to redo the whole two thousand words of it.

I still stay upbeat to try and finish the work and within a blink of a second, it’s six and the guard is trying to break me away from the desk.

Taking home a disc with all the data in, I can see how my boyfriend is going to sulk in one corner of the room while I ignore him to complete my work. His puppy eyes digging deep into my back, his curse words travelling all the way to my boss’ dreams and him plotting the easiest way to kill him in his sleep.

There is no escaping the wrath of the monster of monotony. It is going to come everyday, make us all office goers curse Monday like it's the devil's original spawn.

 However, looking at the better side of the pillow, there is always the weekend, to relax, bitch and drink a little beer. So, why stop living? The boss has my week, I have his weekends, while i relax and enjoy a little time with my boyfriend, he flies over to Bombay to attend a meeting and kiss up to his boss. 

These small things are the ones that make me enjoy my office time. The amount of work and punishment i endure, i still get time with the three things i enjoy - food, books and a little loving from the one i love, on the other hand, my boss has to sit in a big empty conference room, nod along to the ramblings of the ice queen, fight a little with his nagging wife, have a sip of whisky and lie on the hotel bed, sleepless all night.

Isn't karma sweet?