bane.
Efficiency can sometimes be a bane. When there is a lot of time, little work, and immobility, efficiency makes you look like you are slacking. I finished another piece of work that took a peer 4 hrs. Perhaps because I do not have distractions, or perhaps because I am not as stressed, but I do the work a lot faster. But in my case, it is a bane.
A terrible one. Having to endure 3 hours of idleness and pretend to be not slacking is horrible. The end is neigh - when I end tomorrow, I need not put up with the pretense anymore.
I hate this pretension.. so not built for office survival. I see no point in pretending to be busy, no point in staying back to do work when you do not have to.
Perhaps I take productivity for granted; perhaps not everyone can pore through everything at one sitting. Does that make me a lesser worker, a lesser team player? Should I slow down, take less haste?
I have learnt to "pretend" to be busy, but it leaves me with too much of a bitter aftertaste. with my imminent departure, no one trusts me with important work too... BLEAH...
Took a career profiling test in between documents. Not surprising, I need to be in a field where my achievement gives me satisfaction and recognition. Law and piloting. hahaha. It seems God knows me well, and planted these in my path way before I even knew them myself.
Perhaps thats why I hate mindless work so much - to me its a waste of time, since I can do them really quickly, and see no sense in allocating 6 hrs to something that can be done in 3.
Perhaps thats why I crave research, because this branch of work let me brand the end product with my unique contribution. Even if no credit is given, I know I did it, and can do it again... Living from recognition and achievement... not very christian... I must learn to repent. Humility.
Lunch companions opined that bloggers are all egocentric buggers. According to them, mine reigned supreme. I beg to differ. Mine is an extention of my thoughts, of my feelings and my inner self. It is but a facet of the whole, so judge not the glimpse you read, for it is but a portion that spilleth over. Like Brownian motion, only the more efferversent of thoughts ever rise out of the still calmness of the mind. Therefore, it is natural that all that is penned in the blog paints in bright strong colours. I disagree witht hem on that point, and instead say it is the READER who is at fault, voyuers all who read the blog eagerly, knowing it is an expression of personalised inner thoughts.
Why find fault with what you knowingly read to find out? Do you read the journals of a rapist and expect morality? Do you read the confessions of a war criminal and expect a peaceful tale?
But one point I do agree: some write with an intention to hurt. With this, I regalethem with the tale of the blob. They absorbed it up with awkward silence and uneasy horror. To know one whom you knew has turned so malevolent over so trivial a matter is no simple lunchtime surprise. somewhat hard to digest perhaps?
People change, and the change can be mapped by the entries on a blog. No one knows what change tomorrow brings. Except Him.
A terrible one. Having to endure 3 hours of idleness and pretend to be not slacking is horrible. The end is neigh - when I end tomorrow, I need not put up with the pretense anymore.
I hate this pretension.. so not built for office survival. I see no point in pretending to be busy, no point in staying back to do work when you do not have to.
Perhaps I take productivity for granted; perhaps not everyone can pore through everything at one sitting. Does that make me a lesser worker, a lesser team player? Should I slow down, take less haste?
I have learnt to "pretend" to be busy, but it leaves me with too much of a bitter aftertaste. with my imminent departure, no one trusts me with important work too... BLEAH...
Took a career profiling test in between documents. Not surprising, I need to be in a field where my achievement gives me satisfaction and recognition. Law and piloting. hahaha. It seems God knows me well, and planted these in my path way before I even knew them myself.
Perhaps thats why I hate mindless work so much - to me its a waste of time, since I can do them really quickly, and see no sense in allocating 6 hrs to something that can be done in 3.
Perhaps thats why I crave research, because this branch of work let me brand the end product with my unique contribution. Even if no credit is given, I know I did it, and can do it again... Living from recognition and achievement... not very christian... I must learn to repent. Humility.
Lunch companions opined that bloggers are all egocentric buggers. According to them, mine reigned supreme. I beg to differ. Mine is an extention of my thoughts, of my feelings and my inner self. It is but a facet of the whole, so judge not the glimpse you read, for it is but a portion that spilleth over. Like Brownian motion, only the more efferversent of thoughts ever rise out of the still calmness of the mind. Therefore, it is natural that all that is penned in the blog paints in bright strong colours. I disagree witht hem on that point, and instead say it is the READER who is at fault, voyuers all who read the blog eagerly, knowing it is an expression of personalised inner thoughts.
Why find fault with what you knowingly read to find out? Do you read the journals of a rapist and expect morality? Do you read the confessions of a war criminal and expect a peaceful tale?
But one point I do agree: some write with an intention to hurt. With this, I regalethem with the tale of the blob. They absorbed it up with awkward silence and uneasy horror. To know one whom you knew has turned so malevolent over so trivial a matter is no simple lunchtime surprise. somewhat hard to digest perhaps?
People change, and the change can be mapped by the entries on a blog. No one knows what change tomorrow brings. Except Him.
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