not yet punditik

I cannot spell.   Not to save my life.   At all.   It was reinforced in my early schooling years, when my father asked me to correctly spell assignement. [ It is being underlined in red.] Autocorrect says my spelling is wrong.   Lets try again.   Assigment? No. What?   Assingment? Nooo?   One last time......asignnement,   asiggnement?   Bah humbug.   Whatever. Apart from him – my father, not being an empathetic person [and I am just being sensitive to sensibilities here], no amount of haranguing, pinching or smacks would get me to spell that word. I closed the Word Perfect, Better English and winged it by sound. And I have been winging it till now. It does not help that I am a speed reader.    So I never ever ever read the words as they should be read, but somehow just the key letters. I write.   Of course I write.   On some device.    I have three pre-writing actions. One – I choose English UK.   Not US.   UK.   Even if I cannot spell, I like the es and n

The kind of person who wakes up in the morning.   And my major plot of the day is to get to the mall.   By hook or by crook To do whatever Or nothing To hang out at the mall A mally kind of person Look around. Hop From shop to shop Floor to floor Looking Peeping Touching. Idle banter with the staff in this shop And that shop Any shop Who know you are idling Wasting your time with theirs Sit on the bench by the lift Watch the madams and mans go by Wondering how busy they are And how unbusy I am Ask who is around. Lets have lunch? Nobody? I am the only mally today? Post my location on facebook Hope other idle person sees it And comes idling to you Sit under the canopy, tent thingini In the inside outside café place And drink a latte For the free power and wifi Move to the food court Have a little from this window And a little from that window Talk loosely with the fella on the next table Sta

I fired myself because I could not fire the company, the boss or any other employee.   I took control of what I could control.   I took control of myself.   I fired me.   Did right by me.   Not right for the company.   Not right for the boss.   Not right for the human resources officer. I fired myself to do right by me.   Because I live with me 24/7.   And will never live with the boss, the HR or the company, so help me God.   And what is right for them all, can never be right for me. I fired myself because I asked myself one question.   If I were to die today, is this it?   This would be the last day of my life?   Walking into crap, doing dot, achieving zero, a daily merry go round horror, exhausted in mind and body, tired of machinations and disrespect of individual and sycophants?   Meaningless.   Fulfilling.   Unrewarding.    If I was to die today, would this be how I would have spent my last day on earth?   Nooooo!   Loud reverberating horror movie kind of NOOOOOOOO!