On Friday Arif and I went to OU to watch "I, Frankenstein". It was a pretty snazzy movie. The best part, aside from the hot angel/gargoyle named Gideon, is when the angels/gargoyles shift from their angel/gargoyle form into the multiracial human form. Of the main six gargoyles there were the queen - a caucasian female. the top gargoyle commander - a caucasian male, a middle eastern/south asian female, two middle eastern/south asian males and an east/south east asian male. That make up was very interesting...The commander has this weird "I don't agree with you, and I know I'm gonna piss you and the Archangel off, but I'm gonna do what I think is right, but if you raise your authoritative voice at me, my presumedly existing balls will shrink by 65% along with my manhood and my insubordination, and I will keel over and listen to your orders anyway like the little but super hot and muscular puppy gargoyle that I am" relationship with the queen. It was interestingly bewildering and confusing.
I invited another friend from high school that I haven't seen in over a year. I had no idea what he has been up to,but the last time we met he was unemployed and seemed to be searching for a job. I found out that he is now running a business where his company fixes lightbulbs. I'm sure it is more that just changing lightbulbs and he did tell me it is on a big scale, i.e. he has a contract with a municipality to fix/install lightbulbs for the municipality's street lights and properties. That's a big deal I think.
The thing is, I am not even one bit surprised that this is the path he has chosen. The boy was simply one of the smartest guy in my class, albeit just like me, he didn't care to put his best efforts in school. Nonetheless he got a scholarship and got his degree in engineering from New South Wales.
"Can you imagine me working under a manager or supervisor? Furthermore what if that manager or supervisor is incompetent?" I nodded furiously, if its even possible to nod so. "You know how we are, Fadzrul". I found myself concurring with his point. I knew where he was coming from.
He and I were once sent to the assistant principal's office for not turning in our essays on time. Our english teacher reported that "she had to beg for us to turn in our essays so many times that it took a toll on her emotional wellbeing". We got a few strokes of rattan on our asses and walked away from the douchebag's office laughing. For one, the dickhead assistant principal was feeling me up a little bit too much before he hit me, apparently "to make sure I didn't have any paddings in my pants". Yeah right. The other reason why we laughed was because we thought the whole damn thing is trivial as fuck. Who gave a shit about an essay? Who gave a shit about some non-existing emotional effect that our incomplete essays may have caused to the drama queen. Who gave a shit about a few strokes of rattan when you studied in a boarding school and had gotten worse punishments from your seniors? My friend and I didn't care for the pompous display of authority but we had nothing else we could do but to play along.
On the way home, sitting next to him in the car, I wondered - have we changed? or we are pretty much the same persons? I have actually stood up against my manager last year and gave a riposte that made her cry. People know me for being vocal and for not taking shit from others. Yet, I'm sure it's not necessarily an admirable thing in their eyes.
I may still have that stubbornness in me. But the fact is I'm at the bottom of the bureaucracy layer cake. I let myself take instructions from incompetent people. I bitch about it. I fight. I get tired.
I exited his car, said goodbye and walked towards home thinking... I wanna open a restaurant.
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