Mondays Blu

Have no idea why, but I found work a major chore today. Certainly a blue Monday. Dry, boring...time was an enemy, crawling and unyielding. To make matters worse, the mood was nothing less than tensed in office this morning. My boss was in a bad mood, my colleagues had different clients driving them up the wall. I was slightly luckier, escaping to an editorial meeting at the client's place, though it wasn't any much better, really. The boss wasn't exactly happy that we are waay behind schedule, honestly through no fault of ours.

Anyways, following that, I was treated to a simple but sumptuous fare of chinese fare. Hee...Then it was back to office to mug some more. Faced off with yet more tension in the office. Not amongst the office peeps, but with other silly people and stuff outside. At one point, I even had to muster all my will power to keep me from slumping over and dozing off. Super duper drowsy. And it certainly didn't help that the articles I was rushing were boring as hell. Actually it was a good thing that I don't have the clock anywhere within my view. In a way, it does help time to pass faster, especially the few hours in the afternoon. It didn't occur to me to look at my watch too. Heh. Still, in that state of half-drowsiness, half the time I wasn't sure what I was writing on too, so you can imagine the quality huh. I had to keep going back, vet and re-write the damn thing. Lotsa time wasted, no doubt.

Anyways, the "poem" appended below was written by Moses, when he was freshly graduated out of NUS. I've seen his results slip before, by the way, and his worst grade through all his uni years was the the grade A. Serious. A+ being the best grade, and grade A was the next best grade liao. Straight A student, I tell u. Shouldn't come as a surprise. The fella was an RI boy. Duh. Apart from being a boss here, he's also a part-time lecturer in NUS now.

Well watever. He went to work for HDB, and he wrote the poem out of boredom. Whatever he wrote about in the poem below was true. He was paid a handsome salary for doing nothing then. And so were some others. Wasting taxpayers' money rite. Well, he got restless of course. Quite funny, especially when you imagine that naive-innocent him pouring his soul out in that poem. The poem got passed around the department and even his boss saw it. But thankfully, he had alredy submitted his resignation when he wrote the poem, and before it got circulated (he wasn't the one who circulated it). It came back as an email to him. So the other day while we were packing up in our old office, he pulled this from his dust-collection and read it aloud. Haha..

HDB –
This is not the place for me
Read this further and you will see
The reason for my agony

When I finished varsity
I thought I had ability
Full of zeal, came here to be
An Estates Officer truly

But what I found here certainly
Caused me to lose my energy
All I have to do only
Is to go and photocopy

This I do reluctantly
Until my boss showed sympathy
He gave me a different job completely
Guess what? Make transparency

Always when I feel lazy
Wish to be alone and have some tea
Boss would say so suddenly
“The projector, quick, carry!”

Projector, projector, you’re heavy
Who can I complain to, but thee
This, after all, is not easy
And where, oh where, is my destiny

My friends told me that I’m lucky
To find a job so quickly
A job that has security
With lots and lots of good money

But this is not what I want to be
What can I do?...Poor me
Have to accept this penalty
A victim of the economy

But while I’m here in HDB
I’ll try my best and be happy
I know one day when I look back and see
There was a purpose there for me
- A Relief Estates Officer