Monday, September 26, 2011

Say a Little Prayer

It’s Monday morning. So let me start by saying a silent prayer, that I love my job. No, I seriously do. These are hard times, and when I listen to stories about ruthless banks firing people, or the crappy work or the long hours or the mean bosses, I thank my stars for everything that this company has given me.

I love it because of the complete freedom it offers me: to do my work the way I want to, when I want to and how I want to…

I love it because of the minimal pretentious frills that are a part and parcel of corporate culture…

I love it because my boss lets me be: we can spend days without talking to each other and I can leave office right under his nose without worrying how it will affect my appraisal…

I love it because I hate it enough to hanker after an alternate career…

But most of all, I love it because it pays the salary on the 24th of every month…

Which brings us to the weekend…

Lately I had been a little cash-strapped given the inflation, my sudden urge to ‘explore’ as well as the last-minute vacation plans. Goa was expensive and add to it my next trip to Kerala next week, which is going to be a completely self-indulgent one, as well as the Pune get-together and the tentatively planned Coorg visit.

So my joy knew no bounds when my salary got credited this Saturday, thereby allowing me to buy a pair of shades (replacement for the ones I broke in Goa), an ipod shuffle (replacement for the nano that stopped working in Goa), two horrible books (the benchmark for Indian writing is so low that the only explanation for my script getting rejected is that I wasn’t bad enough. No seriously, think about it) and watch a horrible movie (what is Kevin Spacey doing in Horrible Bosses? Jennifer Aniston, I can understand, given her bad taste for, well, everything…but I still love her.)

I also watched an awesome play, “The President is Coming” at Prithvi Theatre. While Konkona Sen Sharma was thoroughly missed as the Stephen’s-educated intellectual bong, Kunal Roy Kapoor was mind-blowing as the racist IIMA graduate social-activist-turned-MNC employee. The other stereotypes like the geeky closet-homosexual IITian Microsoft employee or the stockbroker with no social skills kept me in splits though the screenplay tended to drag at parts. And oh, should I be concerned that I am seeing more of Dilnaz Irani than my boss?

Well, speaking of the devil, switch off your mobiles and your cameras, because the President boss is coming

11 comments:

HIMANSHU KUMAR said...

Nice to hear that you love your job.
As you love your job/work it means that you are not working, and the work is not a work for you, its some thing like your hobby.

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quiet thoughts said...
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quiet thoughts said...

24th of month is cool yaar..and bit unusual :p..

Not having to talk to boss is seriously a very big perk..

One of my earlier manager was that way..Before I could go and tell him I have applied for leaves ,he would have approve it..

ahh good ol days.When I did not share my cube with my maanger and we did not live in apartment complex..grrr

Nefertiti said...

@himanshu Kumar
welcome! i wouldn't go so far as to say that my current job is like my hobby (far from it) but yes, I am grateful for it...

@quiet thoughts
i know! but the flipside is by the 31st, you are back to square one and STILL have got rent and bills to pay :(

sharing your cube with your mgr and staying in the same apartment complex??? that's what nightmares are made up of!!

Neil said...

So if I ever do get around to writing my book and if it ever gets published, the only obvious explanation is that it is crap. Gulp !!

Nefertiti said...

@neil
no, then it will be like 'finally they recognize truw potential.'

dont you know by now that i maintain strong double stds?

Neil said...

No wonder men will never understand women !

Nefertiti said...

@neil
you mean men will never understand ME!! Stop with the generalization dude... go read the open letter to the Delhi boy

Neil said...

I am not from Delhi !

survivingbrain said...

welcome to kerala !

Nefertiti said...

@survivingbrain
ohh this is my 3rd trip...just loe the place and the people; it's like a second home after goa. and thank you :)