it's past my official working hour (on Fridays it's 5pm) and i am left alone in the office. 2 out of the 4 walls in my office are glass windows, and the blinds are open. it's storming out there. it's cold and gray and drabby outside. i look out the window and i can barely see the twin towers across the street. i used to be able to see it in all its glory, sunshine glinting off the glass surfaces. now all i see is a couple of little lights flickering on and off. i look out the window and down and i see a massive traffic. a long line of bumper-to-bumper traffic. corporate executives are rushing to get home and start the weekend while i am here still in the office trying to crunch some numbers.
i'm an enigma, but then again, who isn't?
- T.S. Eliot.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by
- Douglas Adams.