Posts tagged ‘meaninglessness’

Grim fairy tales

The shoemaker and the elves – reincarnated as ‘The programmer and the elves’

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There was once a programmer who worked very hard and was very honest. He did earn enough money to live on, but never got the time to spend it, as he was always hunched over his laptop, working on the latest assignment which had unreasonable delivery dates.

One day, he was assigned a task and given a more unreasonable than usual deadline to finish it. It looked like he would have to skip – 6 meals, a bath, charging his iPhone, checking his emails – and still travel back in time to last month to get it done. No wonder he was panic stricken. He gulped several times when told to do the task, and then, like others of his ilk, nodded and got down to it. He stayed in the office as long as he could, and then when the insistent phone calls (they were from his home, btw) took a threatening turn, he hibernated his machine (Powered down? Are you crazy?) and travelled home. Once there, he had 1 meal, mollified the threatener and then, of course, got back to work. If it is any consolation to you, he did not charge his phone, neither did he check his emails. Time travel was of course out of the question.
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I must, should write something. The will sadly is missing.

Nocturnal ramblings

Coming home from work at 2 a.m. sucks. Primarily because all vestiges of sleep have vanished by then, leaving you very wide awake. And since there are not many things you can do at 2 a.m., you end up thinking about things which you had shelved away in the recesses of your mind so as not to think about them. And you visit random sites like “weather.com”, which really sucks because, face it, what sane person would need to look at the weather when they just came in from the snow? And last but not the least, you end up writing stupid posts like these.

Thoughts spilled onto text

‘Wallowing in the blues’ would be an understatement. The blues are washing up on all sides, swamping me..  the day’s been just suck-y. i want to run away somewhere, or maybe emulate an ostrich.

Writing’s never solved anything…but it just made me smile at something. Oh well.