Yes Boss!

I was cribbing about my work this morning..and it had nothing to do with the excruciating muscle pains (thanks to the famous TBT classes) or the lousy non-stop rain or even the disturbed sleep I had with my phone constantly buzzing bringing news of my insomniatic friends! Nopes, it was none of this...it was purely work...

The boredom that you face even when you are very busy is hard to explain. It's when you feel like a snack right after lunch and sneak out in the middle of a conference call leaving the speaker on mute! Yes, now that's being purely careless about work...or should I say living on the edge!

One such story is mine. The gym in the morning which many dread is what I look forward to most. It not only keeps me awake and perky during the mundane tasks all through the day, but also rejuvinates me first thing in the morning! Who would have thought the best looking people of the world chose the same time as me, to work out everyday *grin*..ah! well the simple pleasures of life..So yes back to work. Work isn't what I would call boring. It's enough to keep me occupied, and even poses certain challenges..but at some point or the other I just feel dry....(also coz i'm indoors all day while it pours cats and dogs all week long!). Jokes apart, I am not tired of working life, I am tired of the fact that this life presents you with no more than a desk and a computer, a few laughs with colleagues, a hell lot of drinking nights and yes...an opportunity to "be professional"...

Whatever happened to out-of-the box ideas not only being reserved for interview rooms and assessment centers? I need an adrenalin rush every second day (if not everyday) and something to keep me on my toes. In the simplest of words, I want to LIVE and not just survive! Work should but only be a part of the entire existence..isn't it? I do agree that a career is important but what do you do with the rest of your life? Surely I can't die with a mouse in one hand, at a moment when I was just about to save some changes to the proposal I made, and the only thought afterwards haunting me in my grave would be "Drat! I should've saved it at regular intervals!". Well now that would not only be a sad ending, it would be a disaster!

So yes, I was (and still am) cribbing about work. Frankly, who doesn't? After a trillion discussions (which go around in circles obviously) about the same thing, listening to stories of accomplishments, pride and those of utmost misery from the people who have taken the deadly plunge into the working world, I realised that it's a norm to complain...and it's nor 'normal' if you actually enjoy your work...

There are several professions which seem "my type" and I always 'think and plan' of taking the risk and start over. This sprouts specially from the fact that the minute I mention I'm with a bank people start asking me about the exchanges rates of the day! I mean which part of the word "Bank"don't they understand..doesn't similar to a money changer to me from any angle! As for the other professions...where should I start. I make up my mind, decide on something, then come across a new offer, think again, decide again till the story repeats. Something more glamorous becomes 'this is definitely me'. Any person doing well in at a out-of-the-ordinary job (and actually sounding satisfied) creates a sudded attration for me to give it a try and I find myself obsessively surfing the web and uploading my resume at places. Then there are warm, quiet weekends when I feel life can only get as good as this and I will make the best of what I have, be a value add to what I'm doing and I'm sure one day it'll be my job! Yeah right!..

Well the flip side being of all this lies in reality..reality of working up every morning and groaning that it's another working day... the reality that your next door neighbour gets home 22 minutes before you ever can...the reality of even being able to dream of a long enough lunch break to buy yourself that perfect pair of earings from the nearby mall..the reality of sneaking in a coffee break at 4pm only to return and find a very angry set of emails staring at you..the reality of realising that every job other than your own is in bloom..is perfect..worth trying..all flower and perfume...

..till it becomes your own job...

..the reality of working life...is in realising that it must be done..