Joy baskets

Thought i would list today, being a particularly fine morning to write all the things one should be thankful for, and also keeping things in one joyful basket, should at any time i feel the impulse to gag at my unending basket of gag reflex job...

1. No traffic jams today on the long drive, a consistently useful thing

2. I get to see my son and wife today before work, something that doesn't happen as often as it should, although, as it often does, its heartbreaking to wave goodbye to them every morning

3. Sitting here with my coffee and croissants, wishing all days would be spent just like this, in a coffee shop where thoughts can percolate and simmer before without constant white noise...

Righteous path...

There is a constant chatter on the horizon of the world...

One question is solved, but another will pop to replace the said question

Sometimes the question in question, will multiply all by itself, to perform many multiple permutation of the question... All bigger and more complex, forming giant pools of extra worries in your head..

Let it not be said that moving forward is a result, but merely progress towards an unknown entity. 

That entity, in itself changes as you age and progress...sometimes the goals you set for yourself is no longer clear.... Or maybe what was unfocused to begin with, grew opaque.. With all these questions, piling up and no way to answer, the biggest question is :

How to i ignore all these questions,  stop trying to answer it all and start to do things spontaneously without worrying about the consequences? 

All our life we have been trained to look ahead, watch the road, dont talk to strangers , to be careful, and exercise prudence wherever possible, 

and now, when we become mature responsible adults, we are told to forget all this and make snap decision with the bare minimum of information, to enjoy life to the full with unbridled abandon, and to network with as many people as possible? Its just not what we're taught....

I think the only way we all stay sane enough, more than ever, is to recognize that the world will always change, and the definition of what is right, will constantly evolve... Youre wasting your time doing what is right for today and producing mediocre result in the future

Heck, you might as well do what you want.... Most probably, in 10-15 years time, it will be the right thing to do..... 

Networking

Apparently looking for a job is as stressful as i remembered. It doesnt matter whether you have 10 years experience or none... Still stressful...

Problem happens when what you have learned in your many years in the trench-pit, isn't what you actually want to do in life? What then......

Is all your hard learned investment gone way down the drain?

Does that make you somebody who had to learn it allover again.... A.k.a no comfort zone to be had...

Heres wishing all those years meant something to somebody,  that experience in any industry, is worth more than degrees, and has way greater common sense result than people with less experience but related experience.....

A rant, nothing more..... But a thougt to ponder upon. If by any chance you happen to stumble upon what you think is Something that is worth exploring, please do go ahead and do it... Like any expensive items, the cost, and discomfort will be worth the enjoyment,.....

It has to.....

Blur, Bang, Boom, Pfffttt.....

it was a blur... that was to become a bang... and ended with barely a whimper.

A, day, three weeks ago, the big man, lets call him, Voldemort, slithered by, and   commanded, in his slippery,  way, "Wilson, the head honcho of the underworld is coming, make presentation"....and with that  one comment, all the slave drivers, are woken up from their slumber and started to beat down on us little minions, mercilessly scrutinising our laptops for any sign of weakness, finding problems where there aren't any, and making endless corrections for our tribute to the Great Underworld Leader.

So on it goes... Our Presentation is up within 3 sleepless days, and then Voldemort decides to bring his partner in crime, Wormwood, to review. Wormwood, is a funny old man, balding, twitching with nervous energy. Wormwood, deemed our presentation show, "Unsatisfactory!", and "All Over the Place!" the Great Dear Leader will not be pleased", "Our Heads will be in the Gallows by Sun down"..

So comes the 2nd step of our Great Document Revision. Headed by Sirius Black, a hairy, hairy man, with a booming voice and a maze-like mind... Minions are scurrying back and forth at double speed, ignoring sickness and fatigue to figure out the maze of Sirius Black's mind... On and On it goes, from 3rd, revision, until 7th.... until Wormwood himself finally came and declared... nothing... just a nod.

and so here we are, 3 weeks later...presentation material, immaculate, minions freshly waxed, with the additional patina of black eye rings showing the fatigue of 3 weeks non stop preparation. Wormwood, looking very twitchy, Voldemort Looking very slippery... and minions trembling with nervous energy, scared and worried at the same time

And then, suddenly, a voice came over the radio.... Today presentation is postponed, the Great Dear  Leader is unable to attend due to him being sick, and please shorten your presentation to the Vice Dear leader within 3 minutes"..

And so now, the material is hanging in the presentation room, unused, unread for the past 2 week. Makes me wonder if anything we do will ever be significant, or will we, finally, be relegated to the dustbin?