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Monday, September 27, 2010

Bonded Labour!

On Mondays, my mind engages upon some deep thinking about the status of employees in this world. Please do not take offense at the title, this is sadly but truly the state of affairs for all us employees. While I'm working, (and, seriously I AM), I was thinking...

If everybody hates Mondays and research actually shows that Mondays are the least productive days, then why don't we make Mondays as a 'Getting-used-to-office-after-weekend-day'. We could just come to office as late as we can manage, loll around the work station, get used to the idea that there IS an office which HAS work and that has to be DONE by US. We could then toy around with our files and folders, gradually get ourselves in the work mood and then start working from Tuesday. Isn't that fun?

But,
Hey Bonded Labourer!
Thou shall not crib...

The power of whining

is nought for thee.

How dare thou,
fall sick or ill?
Do you not know?
You aren't allowed to feel.

Rima.

1 comment:

  1. Yes...we have nothing but our chains to lose (K Marx)!! In our case...our highly uncomfortable chairs :)

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