of brain and braincells …
I gave my eyes a five days rest as I got rid of my contact lenses, a spec of dust ruined my sight and my entire day yesterday.
so in the state of semi blindness, i type my blues away as i face yet another monotonous work this time with bigger letters so I can read my work..
a segment in the tv taught me a lesson: one should continue to use his/her brain so that brain cells will
not deteriorate in the old age.
The thought made me go through the number of years i have stayed in this country…
Am I using my brain?
would one ever consider the brain on holiday if they decide not to look for stress free job like mine?
for after countless careers and jobs i tried, nothing seems to fit on me.
· The overly corrupted world of real estate business that lost its luster as they literally squeeze my provisions with the amount of sales I made.
· the marketing call for a company expectant of result while you are still getting over the sales dilemma,
· a budding business with which they expect you to build as they leave you in an office equipped with a telephone an internet and loadsful of coffee.
· the turbulent lesson famous brand of company I was given a privilege to join, but upon knowing the tricks of the trade, you get infiltrated by the luridness of politics and the works of bitch co worker.
alas, i got this job, literally hurled at me with reluctant hands as i was forced to catch it because the bills are toppling…
and as I sit in this overly spacious hub day in and day out wondering what else could i possibly do than sit here.
a year of sitting had its effects – mostly physical. I got fat from sitting. that overly relaxed environment also rated me useless by the opinion of a 21 year old who changed her title into a marketing manager as she claims she is one. i have been yet again used by a mindless personal assistant whose assisting job i could only think of is when she joins my boss for a chat. the rest of her job is thrown at me. strange that she gets 10,000 for throwing orders.
in the midst of doing nothing i occupied my working time with updating friendster and facebook and opened up numerous blogposts. In between I would bug the working time of my on again off again boyfriend (which I don’t know our status now) who always is busy. That’s mainly the story of our relationship, he was busy and u wasn’t.
in the hay days of my boss being away i got absorbed by researches on the internet like a self training on my most coveted dream : make up artistry:
i got me a full section of tips and tricks which would keep me occupied for the entire working time. i pity the quick
change of ink cartridge of our expensive printer as i document my way with all net finds I could hold of until I get bored and think of another project.
then i came across perfumes thanks to the influence of Guerlain. i book bind a fascinating collection of trivias and information about perfumes, its origin and the magical writing of one blogger named helg -
whose influence and love of mitsuoko and other Guerlain perfumes made me al the more interested with it.
i devoted myself also to some infos about weightless programs and healthy eating but it was short-lived because I never bring lunch as a habit so i end up starving and bingeing at home.
As i ponder at this thought, i started thinking if i am really pushing the end of my brain capacity
As I write my way, I ask myself, “is this all I got?” has i been more eloquent in the past few years that my mind has started falling out like my hair? If the miniscule details of my life is limited to the confines of this quiet office, do I need a noisy bigger one instead in order for it to function?
as i sit here, im thinking. are these days of non work meant non thought as well? if nothing is happening with my life right now, is it because i have not been making a deep thought of it? I feel my brain cells dispursing as my stomach grumbles from hunger…
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