I woke up at 12pm. I really should have been at work three hours earlier. Just one of those days when you can’t be bothered. Dire phone calls had been coming in since 10 am, usually with a twenty minute interval. Clients, buyers, purchasers, the big bosses and every other individual whose daily work routine depended on my services and whom all wanted to give me a beating of my lifetime too. I handled all that heat in my usual nonchalant manner. Then I went on the Internet, checked my mail and Friendster. I had to play Kenye West’s Good Morning on Winamp, an awesome song to start the day with. Got myself a bowl of milk and cereal. Quakers Oatmeal Squares. Good stuff. If only all days could begin like this. Awesomeness I tell you. Now, it’s really a working day. I simply don’t plan on working. Every now and then, the phone rings and it goes similar to…
Him/Her : Good day, I need this drug called ‘xxx’
Me: How many? Urgent?
Him/Her: (Enter amount and/or special request here)
Me: Done, delivered by Fri.
I’m a drug pusher. Not the illegal kind mind you. I have it all – cough mixtures, antihistamines, sleeping pills, anti-depressants, anti-hypertiensives, medication for hyperlipidemia, diabetes, CNS disorder, whatever. All original and ethical. Being with the largest pharmaceutical company in Europe has its advantages. Our products are top notch. To put it very bluntly – the usual reason doctors can’t want to buy from us is because they cannot afford to charge higher prices. So much for the Hypocratic Oath. These days its really about selling the cheapest available drug for maximum profits. What’s new in South East Asia? But I digress.
2:02pm. I plan to stay indoors and do nothing productive for today.
Welcome to my life. I am a born hippie and I lack the sense of urgency. Something that can be both dreadful and calming to people around me, depending. Hopefully, I will be able to keep this blog going longer than my last two.
