So, I have an idea
My manager is working in the other room. Little does he know, but I have just completed my tasks for the day. Oh how efficient I am. If he walks in right now, all I have to do is the magical "alt+tab" and voila, a lovely xcel spreadsheet full of jargon and unimportant numbers that will make his rosy cheeks blush in content, and then he can puff his chest, and stride back to his air conditioned room, leaving me in trust that I am indeed a competent member of the workforce.
Alas, I have learnt one thing in Japan, and use it wisely here. The art of , as I like to call it in japanese, "izokashi-poi". Looking busy. Im sure theres a more technical term for it, but I was never that technical. Therefore I have managed to fool many a senior figre by simply greeting them with a smile, scratch of the head when they ask me a question, thumb and index finger on my stubly chin when deep in thought, and the infrequent "iv just finished anaylsing the economy of the world and predicted its future" sigh!
So you see, life in London in the city isn’t hard. I do believe the work that im doing, and even many people do in the city, is so brain numbing and uninspiring, that you can give the instructions to a 15 year old school kid (maybe younger) and set out the instructions clearly for him to follow, and you would have the same work completed in half the price. However, instead we have a flock of arrogant overpaid, "im working so hard, life is so bad" type arseholes that no wonder I get depressed every time I enter the tube. Its full of drones, only getting up because they really havnt got a choice. The typical slave to the job…
Am I a hyprocite then? I indeed complain about my job. I defiantly complain about the work being long if not hard. So what makes me different? Probably nothing, which makes the situation even more dire. To know that you have a choice to possibly escape, meet new people and just break free from the corporate shackles is even worse than not knowing and believing that his is the only thing that you can do with your life….
Which leads me to my next and possible "slow" breakaway solutions...part of my LOW goals…Life Outside Work
I created this, minute my plan grounded heathrow. So effected by the fact that I knew my life would not completely mine anymore, I had to think about how to start spending my free time. The effects are beginning to show already. So far I have been able to get involved in guitar lessons (I hope I will have the chance to shout "HE is my teacher!!!" when he climbs the charts). Then there is the weekly (nearly) footie practise…
Most recently, and most bizarrely, there is the acting course that I am partaking in. Although a beginning course for drama, so far I have read Shakespeare in front of a class of 20, performed a small solo for a poem, and improvised a scene with a colleague. I don’t think I will be ever good at acting but it’s a buzz that I havnt felt in a long time (closest so far would be getting up on stage in front of 500 students and staff and explaining to them why you have chosen to leave Japan forever)
So watch this space me says! You never know…you might be able to say when you see me on the big screen, "shit, HE is my mate!!"
My manager is working in the other room. Little does he know, but I have just completed my tasks for the day. Oh how efficient I am. If he walks in right now, all I have to do is the magical "alt+tab" and voila, a lovely xcel spreadsheet full of jargon and unimportant numbers that will make his rosy cheeks blush in content, and then he can puff his chest, and stride back to his air conditioned room, leaving me in trust that I am indeed a competent member of the workforce.
Alas, I have learnt one thing in Japan, and use it wisely here. The art of , as I like to call it in japanese, "izokashi-poi". Looking busy. Im sure theres a more technical term for it, but I was never that technical. Therefore I have managed to fool many a senior figre by simply greeting them with a smile, scratch of the head when they ask me a question, thumb and index finger on my stubly chin when deep in thought, and the infrequent "iv just finished anaylsing the economy of the world and predicted its future" sigh!
So you see, life in London in the city isn’t hard. I do believe the work that im doing, and even many people do in the city, is so brain numbing and uninspiring, that you can give the instructions to a 15 year old school kid (maybe younger) and set out the instructions clearly for him to follow, and you would have the same work completed in half the price. However, instead we have a flock of arrogant overpaid, "im working so hard, life is so bad" type arseholes that no wonder I get depressed every time I enter the tube. Its full of drones, only getting up because they really havnt got a choice. The typical slave to the job…
Am I a hyprocite then? I indeed complain about my job. I defiantly complain about the work being long if not hard. So what makes me different? Probably nothing, which makes the situation even more dire. To know that you have a choice to possibly escape, meet new people and just break free from the corporate shackles is even worse than not knowing and believing that his is the only thing that you can do with your life….
Which leads me to my next and possible "slow" breakaway solutions...part of my LOW goals…Life Outside Work
I created this, minute my plan grounded heathrow. So effected by the fact that I knew my life would not completely mine anymore, I had to think about how to start spending my free time. The effects are beginning to show already. So far I have been able to get involved in guitar lessons (I hope I will have the chance to shout "HE is my teacher!!!" when he climbs the charts). Then there is the weekly (nearly) footie practise…
Most recently, and most bizarrely, there is the acting course that I am partaking in. Although a beginning course for drama, so far I have read Shakespeare in front of a class of 20, performed a small solo for a poem, and improvised a scene with a colleague. I don’t think I will be ever good at acting but it’s a buzz that I havnt felt in a long time (closest so far would be getting up on stage in front of 500 students and staff and explaining to them why you have chosen to leave Japan forever)
So watch this space me says! You never know…you might be able to say when you see me on the big screen, "shit, HE is my mate!!"
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