just minishorts.

Yeah I'm on a freaking rampage these days. Today is without exception another day of utter disgust at idiots.

I have no idea what's got into me these days, maybe it's the weather–the wind must either be blowing the wrong way, I seem to have the wrong sort of people landing up in my territory these days. Worse thing is, they're all people in authority.

I'm talking about blardy freaking nutcases with extra letters at the end of their names who think that not saying anything means that you're stupid. This is where the PhD thing really means 'Permanent Head Damage'. These are utterly idiotic people who listen to you, say stupid phrases of praise that otherwise don't mean anything, nor do anything for your precious morale, end with an smart sounding 'but…' (where you expect some ingenious idea's going to surface after you painstaking go through a 'mock presentation' in preparation for a sales product briefing), and finally saying something so crappy, you start to wonder whether you're in a meeting room or a female restroom gossiping about straying husbands.

One more thing, I hate it when meetings overshoot 2 hours and the next day, someone comes back to me and asks me where did my manuscripts go. Don't you know that even a computer needs time to process information?

Excuse me while I go and restructure my breifs and wonder whether my designation here is as a subject specialist, a syllabus specialist, an exam format specialist, an editor, a sales representative, a market researcher, or (worse), a specialist work planner.

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