The Fart (a.k.a. Whining in a Lower Key)

This post is a copy of my now defunct Friendster blog. Friendster blog just isn't good, so I migrated all my posts from there to here.

And for this week, I did something I’m really good at — failing. (Enter Pachelbel’s Canon in D, if you please.) Last week, I promised (if at least to myself) to return here, with a bang. But it’s been three days (since Monday, of course) and there has been no explosion. Not even a sign of a fart. Only blank pages that’ll never show up.

My excuse of course is extreme busy-ness, what else? Pounds and pounds of papers had (and still have) to be encoded, and hundreds and hundreds of transactions to be made with hundreds and hundreds of people.

Nah. Just a few people. Countable with the fingers and the toes. But the pounds and pounds of papers are true. We have been encoding students’ evaluation of faculty members since Moday, and are preparing for the College of Engineering BS MarE Program (that’s Marine Engineering for you) ISO Accreditation scheduled next week.

So once again I have a valid reason. But what the heck. It still depresses me that I have not done it. Others can do it despite their schedule, so why can’t I?

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Just a few days ago, I discovered that I am doing something that I am not supposed to do. That is, I perform a task that’s not supposed to be mine according to my job description and the job description of the person who is supposed to do the job that I am doing. It’s a tangle of word webs, isn’t it. But it’s plain and sugarlessly simple: I’m at a loss. But I’m at a loss in figuring out how to complain. Why? Because that has been the practice here in this office way long before I worked here. Stupid culture. Very middle ages-y. But I’ll try to find my way out of this tangle. I will. I will. (Fading echo effect.)