jamshedpur...

among all the places that i have been in india, i must say that this is one of the best towns i am in... this place has nothing... i am happy...

today was a bad day... started off bad, and it didn't get any better from there... the car came late, and then they messed up the schedule, i wasted more than 4 hrs working on it... the guy who was supposed to come see me and discuss the schedule was late, and made stupid comments, i got angry, i raised my voice... then i felt bad and apologised... and then after correcting the schedule, i emailed it along with some not so nice words... felt bad about it... and then sms a fellow colleague to warn him about it, but his response was "please do not sms me again"... not exactly the kind of sms that i would appreciate after working like an idiot for many hours, rectifying some silly mistakes they made...

i guess i was just being silly, no one takes what i did seriously, they all think that it's all paper work... the schedule is not something people like to see, not something people like to do, and why would they bother to do a good job, why do i bother to put in extra hours in it? i am working on a non-working day, trying hard to please everyone because i know they need to make the report, so that their bosses don't breathe down their neck, but who am i kidding? no one appreciates what i did, so why bother? so i packed up, left the plant and here i am back at the hotel, doing nothing... except updating this silly blog...

i don't know why, i don't know how i landed myself in this big mess... why am i always making wrong choices? i guess i am not that bright... i am just the silly ol' me... from now on, it's no more unofficial hours... i work from 8-5, and that's it... others can wait... i have a life too, and i am not married to my job, i officially file a divorce with my job, only 39 hours a week, no more no less...

who am i kidding? how do i do that? all it takes is for one small plea from anyone to ask me to help, it's urgent, and i'll be selling my soul again... why am i like that?