No Thought Control
Oh the horror he faces just looking at that small cubicle he's going to enter. Its almost 9.30 AM, he skipped his breakfast, dry-cleaned himself, listed his chores to be run after the office, again thought of walking the distance but ends up paying 40 bucks to the auto guy. Sounds almost perfect! Again he contorts his face to accentuate his "more-than-willing" attitude towards work. He places his stuff on the desk, takes a glance around only to notice that he again failed to defeat the nature's disciplinary requirement to be on time atleast once in a week, goes to grab a cup of coffee and the newspaper, talk to the colleagues about the yesterday's match, realizes he has got a lot of work lined up in the morning and immediately rushes back . This just sucks.