A looming visage

The spectre of a working life is returning soon to haunt me again. And I am awaiting it with arms wide open and legs akimbo. I know I won't like it but I will like it more than doing nothing, which is mostly what I have been doing for an irresponsibly significant amount of time now. But Monday morning blues promise to wash away the juvenile days with daft ripples of endless monotony. I can't really complain since its nothing like the end of my age of innocence or some such, but merely the need of the hour, whose actualisation has taken long, much too long.

Ah, its easy to imagine the frustration I will feel, right down to my bones, in much the same way as the homeless feel the chill in the winter months. But I need to feel that frustration if I plan to actually pursue my own designs seriously. There is no way I can do a PhD right now because I don't have the drive for it. But given the frustration of a 2-3 years of work, I think I will be quite ready to jump in to it. After all, that's how I came around to do my MA!

But of course, I do not take away from the fact that it will bring in some much needed moolah. And that is one thing I really need right now. Feels like I have been broke for ever! Neither do I mind having something to do with my time which usually tends to keep the more dangerous variety of madness at bay. Though I am not too sure if working will also provide anything much to do with my mind, but I can find other avenues for that.

So here is one to the return of 9-5! (Its more like 6:30-3 in my case. Yes, 6 fucking 30am!)