My Sundays have been poisoned for a larger part of my life to be honest.
Ohh it used to begin well with Mowgli and Ducktales and Talespin but then would slip into the route of by-heart and belch for the next day’s Unit test. You see my school in all its wisdom had scheduled unit tests all through the year on Mondays.As a young adult Mondays meant start of Exams which meant running around-cramming-praying-fighting sleep-cursing own stupidity all happening on The Sunday night.
And now. I wait for Fridays with bated breath. But systems have a way of crumbling on Fridays. Mismatches show up on Friday evenings. And then the weekend comes as a breather to save face before business kicks your behind on Monday. So you and your team slogs to get the act together before Monday dawns. This is not every Friday though, sometimes I walk aimlessly in Malls, couple of bags in hand to show my complete worship of the consumerist culture and when I hit the bed on Sunday evening I remember the data analysis that the boss had asked for and had conveniently slipped my mind and I toss and turn before sitting bolt upright at 5 am and starting on my laptop.And Monday dawns way too soon with the fore-brooding of all that can possibly go wrong in the week ahead.
I have a cellphone screensaver which says “Live each day” (implying dont just exist) yet sometimes I feel life slipping by as I supervise ABAP code changes, bargain with vendors and pacify business users.
Yes I am filled with negativity-maybe I should join Krav Mega classes and channel it.