How in God's name did I ever think that I will not be able to do anything worthwhile? You know what, darling readers? I might just be the Superwoman that the three Powerpuff girls are. Or, I might one, someday soon, win an Olympic Gold. Or, no, this is NOT an or, I will soon become a bestselling author. It IS going to happen. Wanna know why this sudden conviction?
Coz holy-molly-queen of folly it is fucking 10.30 pm and I am fucking enjoying my night shift, which ends in an hour, and-AND I am not bothered by the fact that I have to report at 6.30 am tomorrow. For all these 32 good-for-nothing years that I have spent NOT reading (or subscribing to) newspapers, I am more on the second by second happenings around the world, than ever. And strangely, even though I am still sufficiently disinterested, I like the bits and bytes of learning.
It is always so enriching to be around young people, in an office which has a pub-like feel. I mean, the only thing REALLY missing is a dispenser puking Buds. And today, of all days, I am convinced that I AM a good teacher, AND, a bloody good teacher at that. For who is a teacher who stops learning, who does not understand the necessity of being shameless enough to ask for help?
My back is broke. Cmon. Nine hour shifts. But unlike my spine, my soul feels like a spring. Ready to stretch back. I am making miserable headlines, and fantastic content. My colleagues are slapping me and kissing me (both exaggeration), and I am quite enjoying it. You know why? It's all done openly. No back-biting. Thus, the back is safe.
So long, Edward II!
I am returning tomorrow with a "Letter to Self V" which I forgot to put in my flash-drive. I am gonna be back to words. For, who is the Queen of them all?
The Lady of Letters, of course!
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