just another manic monday....
last night...(you know when i start like this, it's usually not good!) like in the horror movies, the wind was going whoosh here and whoosh there. the whole bloody night. imagine my windows were vibrating from the wind. the thing is we have a gas heater in the hall, so there is the vent above it, and you can imagine the sound that hollow tunnel makes when hard wind blows on top of it...well as usual i was twisting, tosing and turning on my trusty sofa. tried to sleep but couldn't. i was just there until 7.55am, then decided to just get up and watch tv. finally they play good programs, early in the morning, 'everybody loves raymond' and 'the king of queens'... well then after that there was 'friends' and then i finally fell asleep, at 9am...guess what? i had to get up to go to uni, for group discussion about project management. sigh....
at least the discussion went very good, we kinda got 95% done, now we only got to chip off the edges and our project is actually done. we have to actually do WBS...(thats work breakdown structure, for those of you who didn't know) for managing an oil-rig from scratch to run time, in the indian ocean. never have i even imagine about such a huge project. but it was okay, god bless the internet. imagine the project cost 4billion pounds. phewww.....
then came home, stopped by at medina and bought chicken (it's my turn to cook) and came home, cut up all the thing i needed. then started cooking, i was making ginger chicken btw, a recipy both my mom and navein have apparently mastered. well it came out alright, i mean i tasted it, it was wonderful. once again i've managed to impress myself. you know you give an indian a compliment, he'd think he was gandhi. but i'm serious this time it was good, even the smell made me feel like mickey in those 60's mickey mouse cartoons, where the smell of something delicious would drag you to it. then cooking was done. and i sat down for awhile thinking how come c.g.'s friend didn't call me about the job...bang, he calls..
now the time is 6.30pm, and he tells me come now, there is work. me not slept, tired, just cooked, had to get dressed and rush to the city and finally found the place and well....here goes, it's an office job alright (yeah, right!)...i clean offices. i was a pampered child, grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, never had to lift a finger to do anything and now i'm a bangla here. i had to empty waste bins, then vacuum the stairs (5 fucking floors btw) then i have to clean up the inside of the elavators. as i was walking back to the store room to put back the vacuum cleaner. my eyes started to tear....back home i was a specialist at handling a CMM machine, worth half a million dollars, CNC/CAM machines worth a quarter million dollars. i was a CAM programming expert, known almost as a design and manufacturing engineer. and here all i'm incharge of is a Hoover1500 (yeah you guessed it right, the vacuum cleaner)....
i wiped my tears and told myself, "hey if you thought this is hitting rock bottom, you haven't seen anything yet!" and i had to suck it up and walk home proud, an honest day's pay....you know, two weeks ago someone told me i was a loser (i'm guessing you guys out there know, who i'm talking about) and i guess she was right. the curb balls keep coming, and i'm wiping my ass off trying to dodge them, but it always has a way of ending up in my face, dead center. 'life throws you lemons, make lemonade's'..... (easy for that mother fucker who invented that saying to say that!)
well tomorrow i have to go to the uni to see my lecturer and then i think the group wants to have one final discussion, then it's back to Hoover1500...
you know my friend navein always says this to me "when you're up, there is no place else to go but down, and when you're down....up is the only direction left" lately we've come up with another one....the 'where, how what, which, who, why...He knows, and He gives and He takes...He knows best"....all i have to say to Him is, 'hey man, take it easy on me man, i think i'm reaching the brink of my insanity, please....wink wink'...
later, bangla need to go eat and sleep...oh yeah and drop a few crimson tears...
...too much pain...
at least the discussion went very good, we kinda got 95% done, now we only got to chip off the edges and our project is actually done. we have to actually do WBS...(thats work breakdown structure, for those of you who didn't know) for managing an oil-rig from scratch to run time, in the indian ocean. never have i even imagine about such a huge project. but it was okay, god bless the internet. imagine the project cost 4billion pounds. phewww.....
then came home, stopped by at medina and bought chicken (it's my turn to cook) and came home, cut up all the thing i needed. then started cooking, i was making ginger chicken btw, a recipy both my mom and navein have apparently mastered. well it came out alright, i mean i tasted it, it was wonderful. once again i've managed to impress myself. you know you give an indian a compliment, he'd think he was gandhi. but i'm serious this time it was good, even the smell made me feel like mickey in those 60's mickey mouse cartoons, where the smell of something delicious would drag you to it. then cooking was done. and i sat down for awhile thinking how come c.g.'s friend didn't call me about the job...bang, he calls..
now the time is 6.30pm, and he tells me come now, there is work. me not slept, tired, just cooked, had to get dressed and rush to the city and finally found the place and well....here goes, it's an office job alright (yeah, right!)...i clean offices. i was a pampered child, grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, never had to lift a finger to do anything and now i'm a bangla here. i had to empty waste bins, then vacuum the stairs (5 fucking floors btw) then i have to clean up the inside of the elavators. as i was walking back to the store room to put back the vacuum cleaner. my eyes started to tear....back home i was a specialist at handling a CMM machine, worth half a million dollars, CNC/CAM machines worth a quarter million dollars. i was a CAM programming expert, known almost as a design and manufacturing engineer. and here all i'm incharge of is a Hoover1500 (yeah you guessed it right, the vacuum cleaner)....
i wiped my tears and told myself, "hey if you thought this is hitting rock bottom, you haven't seen anything yet!" and i had to suck it up and walk home proud, an honest day's pay....you know, two weeks ago someone told me i was a loser (i'm guessing you guys out there know, who i'm talking about) and i guess she was right. the curb balls keep coming, and i'm wiping my ass off trying to dodge them, but it always has a way of ending up in my face, dead center. 'life throws you lemons, make lemonade's'..... (easy for that mother fucker who invented that saying to say that!)
well tomorrow i have to go to the uni to see my lecturer and then i think the group wants to have one final discussion, then it's back to Hoover1500...
you know my friend navein always says this to me "when you're up, there is no place else to go but down, and when you're down....up is the only direction left" lately we've come up with another one....the 'where, how what, which, who, why...He knows, and He gives and He takes...He knows best"....all i have to say to Him is, 'hey man, take it easy on me man, i think i'm reaching the brink of my insanity, please....wink wink'...
later, bangla need to go eat and sleep...oh yeah and drop a few crimson tears...
...too much pain...
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