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.

About Fans and Hot Air

The fans in my office not enough to keep tempers down. Perhaps its time to make it centrally air conditioned!

A pressure cooker will have less hot air packed than a roomful of 'I know it all' managers.

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.