There comes a time in everyone’s existence when one just stops and stares at a blank wall and deliciously visualizes all of their demons being burnt forever in hell…
Well, today I had that vision. But how come someone as good natured as I could have such perilous thoughts?
It all started last night. I had to stay late at work, waiting for two flyers to come out, so I could proofread them, sign them and leave. The problem is that it was already 10:30 p.m. and I blatantly told the account executive it was too late, that there was such a thing called technology and he could email me the flyers so I could check them at home. And that he did! I have no problem in working from home. It was past 11:00 p.m. already when my email went ‘ding’ and I ran to check and proofread the flyers. I created a huge red box and placed it over the errors on the artwork, with my corrections, and sent it right away to the account executive. After all, the two flyers had to be sent last night because they were going to be printed out today and given out on Saturday.
Today, I went to work as usual, totally unsuspecting that the bomb clock was already ticking and it was about to explode…
At 4:00 p.m. one of the traffic girls comes into my office and hands me the same hideous flyers that were meant to be sent out last night in a rush. Now, what upset me was not the fact that I was looking at them again, but the fact that my corrections were nowhere to be found! I was forced to work for long extra hours for nothing, no progress, no desired outcome, no personal satisfaction, not even extra pay, nothing.
My eyeballs got squared on the spot. I stared at the wall right next to me and I had the most glorious vision of someone ‘dancing’ inside a pit of fire. The vision was so strong I had to fly out of my office in auto-pilot mode. My body glided downstairs and maneuvered a beautifully non-stop flight, until it got to the account executive’s landing threshold. The fire was ready for him to enjoy.
What followed was a series of improper utters from my lips. They were meant to put all the necessary coal and firewood into this despicable person’s bonfire. Oh yes! He needed a good one, ten times as bigger and as greater than any Guy Fawkes‘s night during the past two centuries. After all, making me work until almost midnight for no reason, lying to me and above all, not even caring to open my email with my annotations included.
The flyer had to, supposedly, leave early so that it could get printed on time… lies.
I hate lies.
I particularly hate those lies that make me waste precious time of my life into something totally futile and unnecessary.
This is not the first time this person has done this to me.
My vision had a reason and a purpose. And of course, all of the possible philosophical questions come to mind.
I wonder, are all workplaces as hellish as this one?
Is humankind going backwards?
Am I being too demanding?
Burn baby, burn!