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by Philipina A. Marcelo
Yes, I should actually be somewhere else doing something fatally boring rather than writing this entry in my blog. And what else could be more "fatally boring" than work - an imposed work, that is!
No, I'm not against work. In fact, I work very hard and I try to inspire others to work as hard. In fact, I am just a few shoves away from being a slave driver - close to being a workmaniac! I just despise being told what to do - how I should do my work to fit some egomaniac's taste! Or, worse, being told what to do by someone who has no clue, as in no
comprehension at all, of the complexities and the rigorous nature of my work and my passion for what I do. I have no patience for this kind of people whose minds are of one-size-fits-all design. Just because every one of us is on a push doesn't necessarily mean that we all walk with our arms outstreched in front of us bearing most of our body's power and walk in a straight line... because some might be pushing a light wheeled cart on a smooth surface while others are pushing decades old rusty truck with flat tires - uphill! And still, some maybe maneouvering the stupidest donkey on the face of the earth! Why others should be pushing a stupid donkey like that, while sad and incomprehensible, is sometimes necessary. Therefore, I refuse to speak with people who talk as if they understand a stupid donkey's mind when all they've ever pushed all their boring lives is a light wheeled cart!!
Call me smug, go ahead... I'm not about to deny it! I'd rather be called smug than be an audience to egomaniacs - that's for sure! My own ego is big enough to be a considerable burden! Ugh! And yet, this is the sad part about working in this part of the world... superiors expect you to conform - to the sick images of you in their unimaginative minds! And they cloak those sick images in their heads as you adopting to, in their sick words, "the realities of a Third World" - realities defined by submission to defeat, mediocrity and suffering! Imagine? If people "in the Third World" conform to those images and live those realities as if they were the only realities, then how... how do we progress?????? How do we move forward? How do we get ourselves out of this dinky ditch? If they've learned to embrace life in this ditch, then, I'm sorry, I refuse to close my eyes to this ugliness! I want to stare it down cold until it shivers to its knees... and be out of its grip! Because it's possible, because it is DOABLE!
What I don't get is why... why do superiors hold us back? What are they afraid of? Just because they were not able to make things work does not necessarily mean that things will never ever work! And even if it's hard to make things work, wouldn't it be worth it to, at least, TRY??? Therefore, there is no way - and, I mean, NO WAY - that I'd ever work with short-sighted, insecure people like them! I'd rather work with a stupid donkey if that was all the choice I had!
Uhmm-hmmm... I see you nodding your head... or, are you shaking your head? Are you shivering... with fright? Gotcha!! Late April fools!! Aah-hahaha... all is well! :)
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Photo credit: The comic strip was grabbed from phdcomics.com - thanks.
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