Last night I ended my long week by doing…work. It felt like school again but more fun. In a strange sense, I have actually made more powerpoint presentations after ib, than during my final year of ib — the bulk of which were for interviews, all of which were quite fun.
This presentation was actually a rehash of the EE i was very proud of and it was quite a pleasure to re-read. As always, my powerpoints are minimalist to the core (heh, as the old dude in charge now says “Minimumly” lol) though this one is a typical black font on white base. Its not like my future hinged on the presentation, its just work for my latest employer, i mean, current employer (current is more accurate than latest). But i take pride in being hyper efficient in such work finishing within two hours of getting home. This is much better than the week before where I got home at midnight — more about this some other time.
But I would like to emphasise not how excellent I am a worker — but the idle pleasure of waking up the next morning lazing in bed with not much to do. The living room sounds like a ballroom. The morning looks infinitely better than the concrete wrapped sauna I’ve been in for the week. Weekends are no longer a time for catching up on sleep – the weekdays are for catching up on sleep – weekends are for catching up on life. Time spent unconscious over the weekend is time wasted.
Then I spend some of my morning playing with my dog, throwing bread at the doorstep to feed it, then throwing it into the enclosure which it has to go a big round to enter…then throwing bread at the doorstep…then the enclosure, and the doorstep again and… you get the idea. This must be how it feels like to be a PE Teacher (i would use a more relevant and recent counter part to the PE Teacher but idontwannagetcharged) — bored, braindead and making other people do equally braindead and mundane things. Its in the name of exercise, fitness and discipline of my dog after all I’m feeding it and its necessary that it doesnt get fat. (
The damn dog doesnt even need to scan a card for its meal) Its like how I exercise after drinking the night before….
…which reminds me.
Also my presentation starts very craftily with the “why do we serve” song, includes seldom seen quotes of the M.Mentor (heh) and ends with “Dulce et decorum est” as a questions slide — i dont think the people on top will catch what it means, and will be too paiseh to show they dont know what it means.