15 November 2005 - Y2Gembok Compliant.
Finally I experience a Tuesday without prolonged nausea and a skull cracking migraine. The pro's of excessive drinking definately outway the cons albeit not by much. They say you should never have a "gover" (Thanks Beaut) on your own time, rather get paid for it. It is however refreshing once in a a while to be of clear mind while in the working environment, you know, really give your employer value for the money they are spending on you.
As I sit in front of my work PC on this beautiful Cape Town partly cloudy afternoon, with clear mind, I suddenly have realized that the work day is to shortly conclude. The 5 o'clock bell is a comin' and the daily dash for the lift is eminent. Where did the time go? I started writing this fantastic piece of Pulitzer quality literature a couple of hours ago and the time has just flown by. Luckily, being of clear mind I have not wasted as much time as usual - in between the waves of creative inspiration I did do some work albeit not that much.
"Home Time" is a relative concept. Depending on your social standing in the Corporate Jungle "home time" can have various interpretations. When you're the guy holding up the Corporate Ladder from the bottom, also known as a "Bender" home time is defined as 5pm sharp. And I mean sharp. Sticking around for anything longer than necessary is about as useful as a cock-flavoured lolly.
The "Hard Worker" - a concept that has never been proven - might find the need to work overtime to get the workdone. I say if you working over time you obviously are not working hard enough to finsh the required work before the 5 o'clock bell.
The "Ass Kisser" will wait till the boss leaves before making his move. Then as a last ditch chance to make an impression the Ass Kisser will make a corny clich�d attempt of justifying just how much work they can get done after-hours instead of wasting good thinking time in traffic. Twiddling your thumbs until the man in charge packs up his briefcase is a sign of weakness.
The boss, also known as the "Sender", isn't going to think you're a "hard worker" just because you are sitting at your desk with a fancy Excel graph open that uses 15 colours ,VLOOKUP and 5 other highly advanced Pivot table features . He doesn't care that your left-click button on your mouse is so worn down that the live wire stick directly into your index finger each time you click is causing the left half of your face to twitch. All the man cares about how he can get past the ass kisser fast enough to take that emergency dump he's been corking for the last 20 minutes.
Now its Wednesday. 3 days to go.