monday gripe

i am turning out to be a real pain-in-the-ass senior for the kids. When i am in charge, i know they feel the pinch. But hell, i know i am doing the right thing. i have never demanded of them what i cannot or would not do. i am a casual person most of the times - i play pranks, don’t throw my weight around, not that i have much to throw but that does not mean i am less serious when it comes to work. i guess they expect to see me smiling all the time. So i guess it is a shock to them when i pull them up for their silly mistakes – which gets my blood boiling, my blood obviously has a low boiling point – or tell them off for not being disciplined enough. i do fool around in the office but i have never let my work suffer. The younger generation at work – they are driving me bitchy with their unprofessional attitude – they come in late, go for long tea breaks, and apart from a few of them, their work is sloppy, to say the least. i know i am going to be unpopular but i am going to try to change things around here – just so my blood can cool down! They are not bad kids – they just need to be shown that you can have fun and still be good at what you do. It is all about striking the right balance in life.

This reminds me of my school days. i used to be one of the naughtiest, talkative girl in school, always getting into trouble but my marks belied that. So my classmates used to think i was putting on an act of being carefree in school because they could not understand how anyone like me could top the class – i guess i was just the opposite of what they expected in a topper. My tuition teacher told my father he could not understand how someone so naughty like me could be so good at studies! i was like hell, am i supposed to be a quiet mouse just because i have brains?

My sister went home yesterday for her vacation so i am all alone. i went to see her off at the airport and she repeated the whole run-to-catch-the-flight episode – i guess this runs in my family! i went to his place (he will have another fit for not saying word ‘our place’ ) and enacted the role of a housecleaner. And i was wondering whether i was doomed to spending all my weekends cleaning up either his place or mine. M told me i have too many places i call home! Damn right.

S has been morose since morning – i was surprised that he did not start a fight with me or call me silly names just to see me fuming. When asked he told me he had a fight with his wife and she hit him with their son’s water bottle!! i was nearly in tears with laughter – god and to think i am the same person who vehemently opposed domestic violence but i know she didn’t have any malicious intent so this does not constitute domestic violence or does it? Now this has got me confused! i told him he could start a battered-husbands club.