Grace Period

I have this completely rational notion (if there's such a thing), that my corporate world starts an hour after I arrive in my semi-clutter-controlled workspace. Well technically, I should arrive at exactly 8, so as to start by 9, but...I usually, more often, arrive on or before the grace period of between 8-8:10, if I wheel myself not to be late, or else I'd arrive sometime between 8:10 and 8:30, quarter to 9 the latest.

But, like one of the usual irritate-and-pressure-the-average-payed-employee days, my boss arrives and goes straight to me asking for a gazillion things that I should've done yesterday. Well, sometimes it's exaggeration, but most of the time it's not, I swear.

So instead of wasting my blogging time ranting about the oh-so-predictable corporate blahs, I will grace you with my morning thoughts about a book by Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife.

No I haven't finished it yet. (To be completely honest, I've just started last night)
(I still have 22 mins before 9am so here goes a brief about it.)

It talks about the love between a genetically challenged man and his girl. I haven't figured this one out yet but according to the synopsis at the back cover, the guy's genetic clock resets and is found to be skipping years of his age, sometimes going back or jumping into the future. I think it's love traveling and battling through the years. Working it out on the traveling part, so to speak.

I choose a book not by relation or negation. I choose a book because of affirmation. By being affirmed that somebody else is experiencing the same thing I am or I think I will be feeling gets me to read a particular book. Of course, there are times that you just want to read the book because everyone else has. But after reading the back cover of TTTW, I was really certain I would make this purchase.

Idealism. It's a phase. Let me be.

So, after reading the first few pages, being the cry baby that I am, was near to tears. And so as my two best friends. You sh*theads.
But for the record, we didn't cry. *wink

Now, the moment has come for me to take part in this thing called work.
Dragging responsible as it may seem, I am enjoying this, or so I think.
Lemme drag myself into that thinking.

Oh and I bought a new notebook.
Is this the part you call your over-appreciated belongings (cars, guitars,et cetera) "baby"?
Well I have three, and I love them all equally.

Kudos.