134pm
Just came back from a breakfast from outside. Cost: 720PKR. I never thought I would be the one to “choose healthy” but one, it costs less than McDonalds while being at the same distance, and two, it is actually healthy. Three they have an option to sit outside while eating in their lawnish type area, so I got the Vitamin D for the day. That was good.
I am afraid of saying anything is good, Tess. Because those things don’t last. And bad things, sad things, they always fucking find a way to creep back in the permanency of your life. So if it is a good thing, if it made me happy or smile or value life, I generally try to not mention them, to keep them to myself, because … thori si khushi ka kitna hi raita phela len!
Anyways … I am getting to work on a “dream” sorta project these days. Figming through a whole set of screens that are set to see the light of the day in the first quarter of this year so … loving that.
And I am bored. So much bored. Mom and the kids are coming back tomorrow. I talked to Dad yesterday and he, on every call, still, keeps going on and on about how I should switch jobs, how my age is passing away for a government job, CSS etc. Idk man, Idk what to do. I explained to him too, helped him try to understand my POV but all in vain. Ofcourse who does not want a government job but that’s like leaving a perfectly good job, to look for one with equally good one, albeit slightly more “powerful” because its the government setup and you can terrorize anyone anytime. If I could, I might have shared his POV but I don’t have the time or the mental capacity in my current days to focus on those jobs, and two, just to get the power of terrorizing people is the basis of a good job? Army. Police. That’s what wants. Or UN. Because the former two have pistols issued to them, and the whole country is admittedly a plot of land for the former two, and the latter is government too, but say, an international government so all the more power and perks. What he does not understand is the power of money. Police is for hire in the third world countries. Army chiefs literally get sold on money and green cards for themselves/family which costs money. UN? I don’t know much about the rate of bribery in UN though.
So … what he does not understand is if I am able to make this company a reality, and keep my job here, which is what I am trying to do all the time, I will have money. And money buys you Police. And Army. And Media. And Courts. And Doctors. And education and religious Fatwas and dignity and recognition and well .. a car and a house! Money is the real OG. But I won’t go on to have you assume I am better at knowing about life than him, the man spent double the time I have spent in this world so he has a point. Guns, sometimes, trump money.
And I will get a gun when I am able to afford a license and the training school for it. Yes it will cost me 10 times what it costs a random police sepoy but … I will earn that amount. And when you commit to earning 10times more than what is the value of a thing, you don’t stop at 10 🙂
Anyways … vent/rant/you name it.
And I feel lonely once again. December and Januarys have always been kinda cruel in humanity’s evolution. December and Januarys. No matter how old your scar may be, December and fucking Januarys!
And yeah, that’s it. See ya, Bye!
0837pm
Hy Tess, quick confession 😅
I like the words “get it done” 😅😅😅
Just emailed a client just one sentence. “We will get it done😅”
What is cloud 9!
Even though most of the templates and stuff to actually “get it done” was made by my boss and the “getting it done” daily part will be executed by a team mate but understanding how, and knowing that, we can get it done, ooh!
Smoke
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