office - habit

flu - not getting much sleep. and eating buah petai, for 3 days. run on the thread-mill. watch tv. taking conference call. sweating after 20 minutes. the morning seems so calm, and cool. but the mind is turbulent - too heaty.

staring at the small lizard on the wall two feet away. the little chap crawls a few steps, halts, waggles its tail a bit, head tilts to one side, tongue flips out and in a couple of times, waiting for any little bugs to fall within its foraging range, but nothing that looks like food appears. before the miunte ends, it wiggles away.

the day filled with meetings and conference calls. work is like - work. normal work, honest to goodness work. solid work, no non-sense work, hard work. when marathon man works, he really works. he works to fulfil his duty as an employee, he works for his living, and he works to fill up the time in his life.

no other things can be as fulfilling as a busy day of work. he talks and he listens, he plans and he decides, he reads and sends emails, attends meetings, conference calls, he deligates and he executes..... nothing is more meaningful as a good lunch time power nap. it freshens him up for more meetings, calls, listening, talking...... surf the net.... for the other half of the day.

then comes 5 - time to call it a working day.

20 miuntes back home, dinner, a sumptious dinner infront of the tv, with eyes glued to "the simpsons", and later "the nanny" back to back.... then .... reads emails, writes his memo..... bathes, gives thanks for

another day - another dollar!

and for the flu bug,

another prey - another fello!