Aw Fish

If this is what destiny has in store and has planned for me, then I believe it is time for arm-twisting. It is midday and after overcoming the early Monday blues, I have, rather unwillingly, reconciled myself to this place for the rest of my day. Well, for those of you are reading this, I am sure you must have deduced it by now that I am sitting in my office.
Right in front of me sits pretty a computer with the most ridiculous screen saver ever designed, only adding to the worlds’ energy crisis. A wonderfully lit office floor makes me wonder who designed these high rises to such perfection that even a single ray of sunlight fails to force its way in. Keep adding to the energy crisis fellas! And despite all that, the occasional pop-up stresses on the importance of energy conversation. Where were the brains safely tucked away when this ‘office’ was planned? A quick glance all around and I can see the ever-content faces bobbing up and down without the slightest hint of sync. Five clocks adorn the walls and yet each one has a different time to tell. Where on earth can it strike five different times at the same time? Yeah, it is possible in the place where I am sitting! So much so for my sense of vision!
The buzz and murmur that starts at the beginning of the day only multiplies (exponentially at times). Isn’t that wonderful? There is not a moment of silence that one can buy in here. Vernaculars, choicest at times, seem to have replaced the ‘official language of communication’. Could be another path-breaking brain wave of the HR team- they are very efficient, I must say. Their policies seem to be much more than that actually meets the eye. The unwritten and unchartered ones happen to govern the way we work, I work. So much so, that every decent (and otherwise) website imaginable has been blocked. The lightning speed of the internet has reached such an extent that that the only page that willingly opens up is Google. Sorry! I forgot that almost all other sites are not meant for the highly-privileged employees!
If it were not for the occasional chain mail that turns up, I wonder how life would be in this pseudo-jail. It would not be much different. We would surely adapt to it as well. If this is hard to believe, a look around at some of the people around will prove the point. The omniscient(s) rule the roost while the dopey(s) second their thoughts.
To think about it, all this happens in an office- my office. If ever I am asked about my work experience, I will be hard pressed for an answer!