Status of Mind of a Bored Professional

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.

His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.

The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.

(lyrics of 'The Scarecrow' - Syd Barrett)

Have you had the feeling of being alone in an organisation? Like stuck in a field of rats racing each other, and watching scattered brained birds around you?
They call it being a scarecrow figure, the one that only looks scary but doesnt do anything real.
With hollow eyes it watches the field grows around it.

Turning a new leaf

It just dawned upon me that there's nothing profound I can write about a work place as a work place could be most dullest or most inspiring place depending on one's mood that day.

So I have decided that the easiest thing to write is just my daily mundane observations at my work place. no prizes for guessing what kind of mood I am in while writing the posts.

So here goes:

I am watching people flitting by before my desk as if they are all consumed by work. That makes me feel less of a work horse.

end of today's post.