I think my boss likes to play God. Just as God created earth, my boss likes to create mess and leave all of us involved in it alone. That’s not all, just like God he refuses to hear pleas of the people working in the mess.
I worked on a deadline today. I invited a colleague to join my team and he replied, “Unlike you I am an employee and not a black cat commando.” I didn’t know I had become the deadline expert of my company until I heard a colleague say, “Abhishek, when you joined company you used to ask so many questions that I used to go crazy but now you work almost on every deadline.” Yeah! Curiosity killed the cat.
Personally I don’t like to work on deadlines. I am sure the same is true for all my colleagues because everyone likes to wish good evening to its kids instead of good night. The only part of deadlines I enjoy is the company sponsored dinner. I am a foodie and nothing motivates me more than the idea of eating at somebody else’s expense.
The reason I enjoyed my hostel’s mess food was because my mom is a very bad cook. I am one of the lucky kids who spent their childhood eating Maggie. Personally given a chance I would like to award a Nobel to the inventor of Maggie for feeding the millions of hungry half-naked bachelors.
I know I just criticized my mom’s cooking. It just reduced my chances of telling my wife that she is not as good as she thinks. Every woman thinks she is a good cook. Every son prefers burgers and pizza over his mom’s cooking. Every wife wonders what my husband finds so special about my mother-in-law’s cooking. The truth is all husband praise their mom’s cooking in front of their wife is to make her jealous although they hate their moms for making them eat all those vegetables.
I am sure my wife is going to be a very happy woman. She is never going to hear, “What is this ? Huh? Nothing like what my mom used to cook.”
To sum up
Working since 9 in the morning. Dear Boss, let me go home. My socks stink.
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