I am a pusher. I push away work so that I can sleep for that extra
20minutes 2hours, have those extended breaks, which never end and a simple meal of Maggi turns into an authentic Italian 3 course meal.
In the past 6 weeks, I’ve completed 4 User Experiences with flex4, created 1 complete recycle of AJAX back end and, oh yeah, I’ve written 2 sets of Cyclic Assessments, that is – 12 papers.
And people ask why I look tired? Frustrated? Irritated? I’m none.
All this makes me feel good. I am doing what I love, and don’t mind it at all. Yes, the forceful academic pressure has been getting to me only because I can work only after 1AM, and my classes start at 0845AM. And they aren’t exactly very interesting that when I wrap up my work at 5AM I would stay up another 3 hours to attend class for sure, I rather take the risk of sleeping for 3 hours(or rather hope I sleep only for 3 hours), and be up again to line up outside tunnels which would take thousands of other slaves like me up into the sky where we are not made to physical labor, but sadly, no mental labor either.
I’m having trouble talking. Mostly because I just go, ‘Meh, don’t care’ or atleast that’s what I want to think.
Now. 6 weeks are over.
I’m back home.
I intend to take a nap from 6PM to 7PM, turns into 8AM. Suddenly, I feel happy.
I miss my classes the entire day. I am happier. I feel, not bad. I feel, yes, I am not there. I am, happy.
I jump on my battle station, press play, first song to play ‘ Satin Jackets – You Make Feel Good’. Press repeat. Press repeat again so that this track repeats.
I move. My shoulders, feet, hands all tap in sync. My neck, head and back start nodding to the beats. I smile. Jeez. I really needed this.
I don’t want to do any work. I think. I stare. I think. I type. I think. I breath.
Mental detox level achieved= 80%
Go for a walk at 2 am alone on the streets of this city which has given me so much love, I meet people, even at 2am. I smile, I hug, I kiss. I am happy.
Have a drink or two.
Reach back home.
Open up email. See piled up work. OK LETS GET ON IT.
Jeez. I love this. I love work. I love thinking on work. I love designing. I love taking a mental workflow and taking it for a 360 spin. I love you.
I make some lemonade.
I lay in bed.
I never pressed Stop on that song.
Hey Satin Jackets, you make me feel good