Use your own imagination, I’ve ran out of mine

This entry was written back in 2007 after getting my first job. I worked in a printing press and my boss was a fantastic person whom I've come to love and admire. He passed away early this year, a day before my birthday and I've been missing him since.

The reason, I decided to post this up again is because it's such a contrast between then and now. I'm currently working in a place filled with females as well. And despite knowing them for just 3 weeks, I've loving every one of them. My female boss is someone worth admiring. Someone who inspires and I love working under her. I don't dread going to work and I look forward to each day despite the occasional hectic schedule.

Here it goes:

Time stops and waits for no man (or woman), it goes on regardless of anything. Some say time heals all wounds, but time also deepens some old wounds just as well.

I must admit though, I sometimes wished that there was a
rewind button, a fast forward, and a reset button. A save point would be nice too. But I guess when shit happens, it happens, with or without a cause and life ain’t The Sims. Don’t like how your life went today? No problem. Reset. Restart. End of problems.

And unlike the Sims where your character never ages and never worry about having wrinkles or having to buy expensive night creams that promises miracles in a jar that can go up to 4 figures.

Look around you and you’ll see your family, friends, lovers physically changing, to put it in a way - aging. Every day, every minute, new lines appears and old one deepens. But I’m digressing. I’m not trying to sell anyone any empty promises of another miracle anti-wrinkle, anti-pigmentation, anti-spots, and also cures black circles and puffiness from eyes all while having skin whitening, skin radiating, skin lifting ingredients that tightens your face so you look a gazillion years younger that banishes every crow line around your eyes that you have faithfully accumulated through out the ages and lines that you had due to excessive smoking and maybe who knows, swearing and cursing.

*Ahem* Like I earlier mentioned, I’m digressing. I seem to have a problem braking once started on a face product.

So while everyone starts aging. I can’t say ‘grow up’ since there are some people that I know who thinks they are Peter Pan and lives in Never Neverland where growing up is not the main issue. Sure the body changes but the mentality or the way they think seems stuck at one phase of life and likes it there.

Talking about Mr.Pan. I wonder, how old is he anyway?

But anyway since Mr.Pan doesn’t need to pay for anti-wrinkle creams (imagine how much he manage to save!), he don’t need to find a job. And since he doesn’t have a job, then he doesn’t need qualifications (such as a pass in maths, science, whatever and whatever) colleges and universities are probably not even in his dictionary. All unless Captain Hook decided to open a bar on his ship and is hiring waiters who needs to pass their maths and something or another and Peter happen to be interested since he’s considering getting liposuction on his already thin thighs and some enlargement somewhere.

So anyway, the rat race in life begins, going out to work so that they can afford to buy anti-wrinkle creams, liposuction, botox, collegen and such. This is the time when we meet people from all walks of life. And their colorful personality.

I have recently entered the rat race too, so that I too can afford anti-wrinkle creams for the lines that I get from being stressed out at work. *ahem*

And talking about colors, hell, the people here puts the poor rainbow to shame. We have so many colors here; we can’t even name all the colors yet. But if were ever to name these individual colors I hope there will be a nice ‘name’ to name a bitter, menopause hag who dedicates her life to making my life miserable. Talk about devotion. If the above mentioned person would devote her life to make me rich, then I could even hire Bill Gates himself to open the gates to my home every time I wanted it opened.

I would stand outside and yell, ‘Open Peanuts’ (I don’t like Sesame seeds, I used to pick/ scrap them off my buns) and Old Bill would faithfully open my gates.

I’m not the best of people as I too have my good, bad and ugly side. But usually I stay on neutral mode till someone shifts me up or down.

It does make me wonder though. Perhaps people who have worked in a certain place for too long have a higher tendency to be a little mentally unstable at the end of the day. Coupled with menopause which causes even the most normal of normal woman to go a little berserk, I’m fearful.

*I'm not trying to stereotype here. I currently have one colleague who's 60+ and is a fantastic person. Everyone in the office calls her 'mummy' :D

Working six full days a week plus over time, does anyone still have a life after this? Perhaps looking at her little jars of ‘miracle’ creams she can afford makes her happy and that’s what drives her on. But for me, it’s completely and utterly beyond me. Oh, probably making other people’s life difficult and miserable makes them very happy. Some form of entertainment.

Day in, day out and over the next few years, the world shrinks and shrinks till it becomes just your home, workplace and wherever they actually go to buy their ‘miracle’ creams. It doesn’t bother me when her world shrinks, but I wish her brains wouldn’t shrink along with the shrinking of the world.

How could a woman her age think the way she does. Part of me has given up on the job. Getting a job is pretty much like marrying to the factory /company. And I were to marry, to my job or to a guy, I would because I had:

• fallen in love
• had no other choice
  

(IE: Which I also believe, everyone has a choice)

I happen to quite like choice number one. Sure, not all of us are lucky enough to find our one true love or soul mates but how many of us want to marry someone we dislike or hated for the rest of our life. Certainly not me. I rather be a spinster than to marry a complete asshole. Of course, some guys don’t turn out to be complete assholes till a few years into marriage. They usually just start off as assholes first. Hey, they had to begin some where right?

So back to the topic, the above above mention woman will definitely be in the running – AGAIN, for the coveted prize of ‘Assholic person of the year 2007” So book your seats early and remember to pelt them with rotten tomatoes. (The price of eggs has gone up, tomatoes are cheaper)