Just call me Enron...

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Jeez! Can someone remind me if we work to live or live to work?! Because these days, I'm leaning towards the latter. Or I guess I should say I'm being *pushed* to do the latter!

It's no wonder when I drive through Lincoln Park (DePaul campus), I miss it so much. No one back then pushed me to do anything! ...sigh... The good old days...

Well, the point of today's entry is to vent about work and make myself laugh at my jokes (it never fails):

So, I love it when I work on something for three hours continuously at work and find out that it was all done in vain. Or, in my PM's case, all done in plain stupidness. And those three hours were an unflinching, focused three hours that required me NOT to 1) socialize with others, 2) detach my eyes from the computer screen, 3) use or even thinking about using the bathroom, and 4) breathe too hard. Imagine that and then your PM coming in (laughing, of course) and telling you, "Imran, we actually don't need to work on that because I just found out the client does not require it anymore."

YEAH RIGHT! Nice line, boss! Let me break down, translate, and tell you what that lines really means to me, folks:

"Imran..." = usually pronounced more like "Emron," or in recent times, "Enron." Yeah, skippy, my mom changed my name from "Imran" to "Enron" right after the Enron scandal so she could do her civic duty and remind the world of what happens to corrupt, rich people.

"...we actually..." = "WE?" Are you kidding me? How do you even get the nerve to say "we?" It was ME who was slaving away while YOU were reading up on ESPN.com.

"...don't need to work..." = Huh? What's that? I can go home and sleep now because I've sacrificed the need for sleep working on 'our' project which has now resulted my transformation into a new human species where we *only* require the ever so luminescent office lighting as our primary source of nourishment and stale donuts in the kitchen as our primary source of spiritual refuge. You're saying, then, that I can de-evolve back into a regular old human and fulfill my bizzare emotional needs by seeng my family and physical needs by eating and sleeping again? Thanks. So much.

"...on that because I just found out the client does not require it anymore..." = You mean you just came back from your 2.5 hour lunch where you managed to eat at P.F. Changs, flirt with the waitress, then hit a few golf balls at the range only to return to the office to open unread email and old voicemail message from the client saying they don't "require it anymore" about four days ago?

And my response: "Oh, gotcha. Thanks for the update, boss. You saved me a lot of pain!" Smile and laugh with him. Then watch him walk out of the room saying, "Man, I could sure go for a drink now..."

Just don't come back, sir...

Best Regards.