2012.01.24.
One on corner sits a 30-something woman. Single, yet unavailable. Piles and piles of tasks, both for official business and secret missions alike. Thank technology for paperless information transfer, otherwise, only her eyebrows would be seen atop her boringly messy table.
She thinks herself my boss. She is, in a way, although in a way, she is not. She is senior by rank, senior by years of service, and senior by years of age, but not my boss. She sits there, day after day, doing holy trinity knows what. Something personal, we suspect. Something that can bridge the gap between the meager salary of public servants, which we are, and the lavish needs of a geek. What she saves her money for – I have no idea. With no extra mouth to feed, no unemployed husband to sustain, she is obviously after the fame, not the fortune. She is after the bragging rights – an “in-demand” consultant ECONOMIST.
I asked her for data today. The same set of data I asked from her a gazillion weeks ago, or has it already been months? I can’t seem to remember. All I can say is I wish I didn’t ask. That was two minutes of my life I can never get back. She’s a like a one way mirror. She gets information from me but somehow I cannot get through to her. I’m charging the wasted time to experience.
And like any other human being with lapses of stupidity every so often, I did not follow my own advice. Here is what I don’t understand – why would anyone return the question to the inquisitor if he/she was asked for the source of his/her report? I don’t get it. My question: What is the source? Her answer: look for it in the website; see if you can find any news clipping or article that can back up what I reported.
WHY DON’T YOU JUST GIVE THE F***ING SOURCE TO ME. I rest my case. I rest any case against you. I want to rest.
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