My day went a little rough today. I'd rather not go into details of what happenned, but perhaps say that this could be the beginning of a bad relationship. I lost a little respect for someone, he on the other hand probably doesn't feel too good about me either.
But HEY, life's like that, no?
On days like these, I exercise to relieve some not-so-well-bottled up tension. My voice is higher and louder when I speak. I hug my cat and tell him I love him.
And that's why I feel like baking. Something oozy, gooey, chocolatey, totally sinful. Or perhaps something tangy and lemony and refreshing.
Measuring, Stirring, Sifting, biting into cake or brownie.
So let's lift our slices or brownie or little lemon cakes in toast.
To incompetence.
To fear.
To the ever irritating male ego.
To the hands-off attitude.
To meanness.
To sheer stupidity.
To all talk and no action.
To big words and empty statements.
To holding the horses.
To moving goalposts.
To balls in courts.
To the right tone.
To knee-jerk reactions.
To "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT??!!"
To making bad decisions, or worse, not making any decision at all.
To letting the situation take control.
To cleaning up the mess others leave behind.
To ingratitude and indifference.
To de-motivating the team.
To self-centredness.
To political manipulation.
To lack of ownership.
To losing sight of the big picture.
To poor foresight.
To lack of leadership, lack of direction.
To fuming and yelling.
To the heavy, weighted silence that hangs like a wet towel over the atmosphere.
To the things left unsaid.
To the madness of it all.
To "Here we go again".
To disillusionment.
To crabs in the bucket.
To cronyism, nepotism, favouritism.
To backstabbing and credit stealing.
To endless worrying.
To CYA (Cover Your A**)
To unrealistic expectations.
To knowing the worst, yet planning for the best.
To the "loser" syndrome.
To forever playing the victim.
To cynism that runs deep.
To the loss of trust.
To the visible lack of integrity.
To big time hypocrasy.
To cowardiance AND arrogance, at the same time.
To ignorance from the top down.
To every man or team for him/itself.
To pointing fingers and scapegoating.
To just letting things be.
To the fact that life, or maybe just work, can suck big time.
To leaving work at work.
To colleagues and teammates suffering under the same blundering , blustering fool.
To sharing, to discussing.
To the shared burden.
To the other parties who start to take notice, and offer a way out.
To just a little bit of outside help.
To colleagues who become friends.
To Indian food and mutton soup.
To bamboo clams and raw oysters.
To Shook! and lobster pasta.
To the Westin.
To all-night dinners.
To collective venting.
To the kuli-kang support system.
To friends found.
To the other people who are willing to listen and actually get it. Phew!
To the offers to get us OUT!! of there.
To the end in mind.
To choosing NOT to be a crab in the bucket.
To inter-cubicle jokes.
To hurled inter-cubicle insults.
To independent discussions standing up in cubicles, since team meetings produce no results.
To the other brilliant minds who are willing to answer.
To the "old ginger" who talks much, but also does much. Much respect.
To the "new" people who bring fresh competence, agressiveness and no-nonsense-ness.
To confiding in onw anoother.
To laugh, to yell, and most of all to complain as one.
To the invisible but utmostly felt helping hand.
To gentlemen.
To girlfriends.
Yes, by all the above B.S., the bosses suck, but there's each other, and bosses on the other side, who are just the opposite.
To my teammates and the ones who get it, I raise my brownie to you.
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