Feb 25, 2014

How do you make money in a business?

There are a lot of times when you can assess a situation only when you see it from the outside AFTER you've been inside the situation. Which sounds pretty fucking sexual, but let's move ahead on the illogical and pointless path that this post is taking. 

The fact that I've just quit my job, about a month ago, without another job in hand (don't do that, kids), that fact has given me a different perspective on job and all things job related. 

So, hear me out, or read me up, there are a lot of businesses or there and there are a lot of jobs too and most of them survive because the supply of a product or a service fulfills a demand. That is true from a job/business perspective, but to really shine in a business, to really get ahead, a business owner has to create both demand and supply. 

It's a tricky thing to understand, but those who understand it, write their names in the books of history. They also write the books because that's what you get when you create the future. 

Example, this device in my hand. I wrote the whole post on my fucking cell phone. 

Done for now. 

Feb 17, 2014

Just one of days in office.

Today, it's been exactly one month since my last working day. This time, one month ago, I was shaking the hand of the HR head and telling her that I never want to work again. 

I was pissed off. I cannot remember any time in the time that I worked my last job when I was not pissed off. It was always a rush to get to the office before the clock on the gate struck 9.55 AM. It was insane in so many ways, but when I was in the mix, I never realized how crazy it was. You cross the gate of the building by 9.55 AM, the guard notes down your entry and then you park your bike and rush to the lift and some asshole has called the lift to the basement. The lift reaches the ground fucking floor and another asshole gets in and presses the button for the first fucking floor. The same asshole has been waiting for a minute for the lift to arrive at the ground floor from the basement. 

You're too fucked, tired and sleep deprived to get pissed off about it. You get out of the lift on your floor and the floor peon gives you eyes as you enter the reception area of the office. You ignore that motherfucker because fuck him, that's why. There is a "bio-metric sensor" on the gate of the seating area, where cubicles are arranged like chicken pens. People are already sitting there and working. You manage to hit your thumb on the green piece of glass before 10 AM and the fucking machine says, "Print not registered, please press again" and you hit that shit again in anger and this time it registers. You think the machine does this just to piss you off, and it just might be true. 

You reach your seat and others are already there. Some are not. Boss' snitch takes a note of when you reached the floor and switched on the computer.

And that is just the beginning of the day.

Multiply it by six years and you'd be pissed off, too.

[More coming]