In a nutshell, work is getting ardours and teething at my end. The other day I inadvertently screwed up my work due to off-the-cuff impending ethical work pressures. Nevertheless, its the norm and without it there is no meaning to this crude four letter unvulgar word called 'work.'
I have gone thru' the mill and been put into God's grinder, minced, masticated and spewed like chomped weed. I've been at the tip end of the shining blade and have walked on razor-sharp boundaries. Quintessentially at times. And have survived a holocaust of brig-bags from foul-mouthed hogs who bend on making the challenger lame.
Working for different companies has its own frontiers and pitfalls. The horizon is never painted blue but one is required to paint the colour regimented. Tho' there is an angelic wisdom in some cooperation, but it fails to heighten the spirits of the sane human when challenged by the law with puny scary legalities.
They do have their own biblical scriptures of their own. Walk the talk. Paint the company redder. Mingle with the high-enders. Talk, sing and yoddle cooperate. Make money, lots of money for the company that CARES for you, blah...blah...blah. Our demented labour laws are lame and come cheap. The lions don't roar in Malaysian courts but twit like a 'puddycats.' Wither the blue-collar.
But then again, what are we to challenge the wisdom of Neanderthals of time, when the little changes we put forth is never taken as a yardstick of improvement but as resentments.
Another day...another time. Same work..same crap
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