dreaming my weariness away
i feel very tired, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. this weariness drives me to such sadness that makes me want to go far, far away where i know no one. i want to be a stranger in an even stranger place, or a familiar place.
perhaps, i can enter this dream now ...
with no bags or luggages, i go directly to the airport and take a random flight. oh i don't know, maybe while i am in-flight i find that i am on my way to zanzibar on the coast of eastern africa. i would have arrived, esctatic at the adventure i'd find when i get off the plane. because i don't have a place to stay or clothes to drop off somewhere, i would go directly to a bar/lounge. it is late evening already. politely declining a table for one, i sit at the end of the bar watching cultures and peoples coming together. there is music: jazz, arabic and african alternating on the speakers. the sound of arabic, swahili, french, english buzz through the room. i sip my drink and observe.
or maybe the plane is enroute to southern france or somewhere in italy ... maybe ...
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5:41 p.m. ... back to reality:
i told a colleague of mine that i was planning on calling in sick tomorrow, thursday.
me: i think i will call in sick tomorrow.
colleague: perfect, because i will be calling in sick on friday.
me: okay, so i guess i'll see you next week.
colleague: ok, call me tomorrow and i will send a message out that you are very very sick and then i will call you on friday and YOU can send a message out that i am very very sick.
[pause]
we heard footsteps in the hallway. colleague and i looked at each other with such apprehension.
our boss walked by. she heard our "plan".
conversation ends.
a few minutes ago, i got a voice mail message from my boss. at the end of the message, she emphasised the following: "I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW", like if it were on paper, the phrase would have been 100000 pt. font, bolded, italicised and in giant caps.
alas, my day ends bleakly yet again,
i mean, what do i expect?
perhaps, i can enter this dream now ...
with no bags or luggages, i go directly to the airport and take a random flight. oh i don't know, maybe while i am in-flight i find that i am on my way to zanzibar on the coast of eastern africa. i would have arrived, esctatic at the adventure i'd find when i get off the plane. because i don't have a place to stay or clothes to drop off somewhere, i would go directly to a bar/lounge. it is late evening already. politely declining a table for one, i sit at the end of the bar watching cultures and peoples coming together. there is music: jazz, arabic and african alternating on the speakers. the sound of arabic, swahili, french, english buzz through the room. i sip my drink and observe.
or maybe the plane is enroute to southern france or somewhere in italy ... maybe ...
*******
5:41 p.m. ... back to reality:
i told a colleague of mine that i was planning on calling in sick tomorrow, thursday.
me: i think i will call in sick tomorrow.
colleague: perfect, because i will be calling in sick on friday.
me: okay, so i guess i'll see you next week.
colleague: ok, call me tomorrow and i will send a message out that you are very very sick and then i will call you on friday and YOU can send a message out that i am very very sick.
[pause]
we heard footsteps in the hallway. colleague and i looked at each other with such apprehension.
our boss walked by. she heard our "plan".
conversation ends.
a few minutes ago, i got a voice mail message from my boss. at the end of the message, she emphasised the following: "I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW", like if it were on paper, the phrase would have been 100000 pt. font, bolded, italicised and in giant caps.
alas, my day ends bleakly yet again,
i mean, what do i expect?