Thursday, November 1, 2007

Shutting down . . .




Fooking hell, there are most certainly days at work when I feel like the boy in the video above. After a year of freelance hell (just too many wankers out there waiting to shaft you), I am back in the grind but grateful fer the luxury of a fixed income. But my word, there's no escaping the fooking tedium & boredom at times.

Fer starters, me workplace has a very strict 'no smoking' rule which means there are no fag breaks to get the creative juices flowing. I know I am supposed to be off tobacco but a hit once in a while should do no harm. But its out of the question here (not even in the boys room. . . sigh).

As fer some idle chit chat bout me fave topic like sports to break the monotony is also out of the question as all me colleagues are of the female (& very not-into-sports) persuasion. Eg: Brought up the recent thrilling F1 finale over lunch & was met by a wall of blank stares. Imagine, they have never heard of Lewis Hamilton. I know many people do not watch or follow sports but certain names should register as they crop on the news, radio, papers & ,of course, online all the fooking time. I don't watch (or even understand) golf but I know who Tiger Woods is and have little or no interest in tennis but also know that Roger Federer is the closest thing the game has to a living deity. It was only when I mentioned that women consider Hamilton a bit of a crumpet that they started googling him. So NO sports-related topics in conversation at office to lighten the mood.

Yes, I know these are problems everyone else faces in their daily routine plus the tons of stress, wanker clients/bosses & have to tackle almighty fooking jams to commute to work. So far, I have not faced these problems (fingers crossed) & I hope I won't ever have to.

Fact remains though, its daaaaamn boooooring & kinda lonely as well without some tobacco & footie addicts to chew the fat with.

PS: Pay no heed, just a little venting after a less than eventful day at work. . . Am pretty fooking sure after this posting an avalanche of work will fall on me desk to keep me occupied!

12 comments:

Cynnister said...

Eh, Unker, just stop smoking for just 1 week lah, your lung cells will be able to see each other. :-D

Anyways, unfortunately, work conversation can be like that, but sure beats going out for lunch with absolutely clueless chee-na people, who speak cantonese all the time, and you cannot even participate in the conversation.

anfield devotee said...

Eh, Cynnister, since giving up the pub, me smoking has been cut from a pack & a half a day to just one stick every two/three days!

Me only concession is when there's been a seriosuly long meeting then I might be tempted to have more than the quota. Otherwise, I think I am managing me nicotine withdrawal pretty well. . .

premo said...

Dude, boredom is anytime better than being stressed out and frustrated. Trying working for a bank client and you'll see what i mean...

weiyin69 said...

who is lewis hamilton? ha ha. i'm one of the clueless idiots now! i bet the girls know who david beckham is.

well, at least you have a fixed income now. better than floating around trying to figure out if you're doing freelance work of FREE work for people!

anfield devotee said...

yeah, yeah, I know I've got it pretty good thus far. Just wish ada some like-minded people to talk sports over a ciggi, that's all.

Otherwise, colleagues seem pretty ok & helpful so far.

senorita.. said...

u posted this at 4pm? that's the time when employees are the most unproductive... =P

anfield devotee said...

senorita: Ha Ha! Yup, was fooking bored to tears at that point. Usually a quick drag or two of good old nicotine ought to do the trick but since it is a strict no smoking zone, blogging it is then.

May be some companies should consider a dedicated smoking room to enchance productivity among staff!

senorita.. said...

might just work.. and i read in the papers that swearing increases productivity too.. maybe venting out anger helps

anfield devotee said...

senorita: swearing? Am sure as a regular visitor to Fer Fook's Sake, you will have noticed "soft" language is not an option here.

Besides, me constant swearing initially had me new colleagues closing their ears & tsk tsking. But I noticed after a few weeks of "fook this & bloody fook that as well", they too have resorted to using some of the more expressive words in the English language. . .

premo said...

Senorita & Anfield D: Swearing is therapeutic - in limited doses of course. Prolonged swearing can actually be detrimental to one's health - i.e increase in ones stress and BP levels (AF can attest to this esp. during the jam-packed Liverpool weekend matches during Broadwalks early years). So as alternatives you could:

a) practice Dr. Arthur Janov's Primal Scream 'therapy' at work when shit gets crazy and thus scaring the bejesus outta yer co-workers

b) use a stress ball or

c) flirt with an attractive co-worker (so i'm told)

I normally practice (a) when listening to Darkthrone so colleagues don't think I'm that much of a raving lunatic and (b) when boss threatens to have my speakers removed for playing "too much of that unholy crap"

Attempted doing (c) only to be met with blank, confused stares so instead have reverted to ragging them mercilessly about their ingrish and music (dis)taste

anfield devotee said...

premo: me thinks you'll have to trim yer impressive chin wig before the ladies respond . . .

sorry, but am told women do NOT find beards attractive!

senorita.. said...

i wish..... i will have an option (c) to consider when i'm working... =D