What is wrong with us?
Man, Nom was targetting Rod all day today. It all started when he came into the office 'late'. He arrived at that time because Nom had sent him to go pick up some files, but the thing is, he went to pick it up at 9am (official start time) instead of 8am which Nom had wanted. Interesting question- if you have to do something for work, do you do it at exactly your formal start time even though it's near your house and on your way to work?
I went to lunch with Rod, and we talked about a lot of things as usual. As we were walking to the restaurant, I saw that some girls had caught Rod's attention. He had his head turned and was staring at them. By now I'm pretty much used to this. Then he said "that girl's checking you out". I didn't turn and look, but I had noticed them earlier.
"They're a bit young aren't they?"
He laughed and said something about me being 25.
I brought up Dungeon Dad, and he said that it was, in part and also, the fault of our society. He used the example of aliens looking at us and wondering what the hell was wrong with us.
With that perspective, I agree. If someone was watching us from another planet, they'd think we were really fucked up. I mean, we lock up our own chilren, we do things that kill ourselves (smoke, use drugs etc) and we do life threatening things all the time (wrestle crocodiles, jumping out of a plane, practising stuffing swords down our throats). Have we, as humans, progressed to such a level in life that we're actually regressing?
What the hell is wrong with us?
We spent a considerable amount of time out at lunch, contributed by our sighting of Naz who joined us briefly at the end.
I stayed back at work till 7:30pm reading through annoying gambling client's file. I just wish he wasn't so F annoying. I love clients who just let you do your job. They don't call you, they don't question you, and they give you the information you want without wasting your time. I love those clients.
As I left the office, I must admit, I was seriously tempted to go to the casino. I was thinking that I could just go win $100 and leave. I mean, seriously, it's not hard to win $100. It's just hard to leave.
It was then that I realised- quitting won't be as easy as I first thought.
I went to lunch with Rod, and we talked about a lot of things as usual. As we were walking to the restaurant, I saw that some girls had caught Rod's attention. He had his head turned and was staring at them. By now I'm pretty much used to this. Then he said "that girl's checking you out". I didn't turn and look, but I had noticed them earlier.
"They're a bit young aren't they?"
He laughed and said something about me being 25.
I brought up Dungeon Dad, and he said that it was, in part and also, the fault of our society. He used the example of aliens looking at us and wondering what the hell was wrong with us.
With that perspective, I agree. If someone was watching us from another planet, they'd think we were really fucked up. I mean, we lock up our own chilren, we do things that kill ourselves (smoke, use drugs etc) and we do life threatening things all the time (wrestle crocodiles, jumping out of a plane, practising stuffing swords down our throats). Have we, as humans, progressed to such a level in life that we're actually regressing?
What the hell is wrong with us?
We spent a considerable amount of time out at lunch, contributed by our sighting of Naz who joined us briefly at the end.
I stayed back at work till 7:30pm reading through annoying gambling client's file. I just wish he wasn't so F annoying. I love clients who just let you do your job. They don't call you, they don't question you, and they give you the information you want without wasting your time. I love those clients.
As I left the office, I must admit, I was seriously tempted to go to the casino. I was thinking that I could just go win $100 and leave. I mean, seriously, it's not hard to win $100. It's just hard to leave.
It was then that I realised- quitting won't be as easy as I first thought.
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