What item describes your profession? Really?
I went to an impromptu meeting the other day with some other professionals to design a new office for a client. Only problem arose when we were introduced by our tools of trade. I was called computer, there was furniture e.t.c. Which is when the idea hit me. How would life be if we were all referred to by the one item that largely describe our profession? Well, it would be something like....
My name is computer. Today I woke up very early to get to work. I got ready and headed out. Bus was a little late today so I was very happy when my very good neighbor, a disease, offered me a lift in his car. Soon we were in town and I noticed there were no criminals guiding traffic that morning! No matter. There was no jam anyway.
I got to the office and found tea had already arrived. I said hi to her. At the same time photocopy arrived followed soon by lies (marketer). Money came in soon but our company is doing pretty bad so I guess I will call him debt. We got off to work and soon I was sent to a client of ours, Mr. Law to fix his internet. His cashbook could not understand why the internet was getting slower everyday. I wasnt sure but I guessed their typewriter was doing alot of downloads.
I was soon done and I bumped into corpse on my way out followed by his brother broom. We had a few laughs here and there after which I headed to another clients office. Printer had a problem with his computer network so I checked into it and gave him suggestions. He said our rates were too high and that he would ask a cheaper computer to fix his network. As I leave I get a call from my wife. She had an appointment with her vagina and she needed some money. I sent it on phone amid protests.
Before that even settles in, my neighbor calls in. My son had been sent home from school by the head idiot. That idiot! I had told him to wait for end month for me to clear school fees but you know idiots. They think they know better than everyone else. But again, they are idiots.
The day passed without much drama although my usual burger served me cold french fries! Open robbery since I realized after I sat next to my desk to eat!
Its evening and I rush to my favourite pub where beer served me with a shot of tequila and am soon on my way. I passed by Cabbage to buy some groceries for the house which my wife had sent me. That cabbage is so rotten. She likes flirting with me a little too much. The rotten cabbage however told me she was out of stock on onions so I go another less rotten cabbage... well more like melon coz she had so many in stock. I bought the onions from melon (and she had really big melons too) and am off to home. Gate says hi to me and calls me boss as usual. But of course, soon as I start walking away, he asks if I can spare him a few coins. Gates! They like money way too much and if they are told to lock you out, no amount of convincing can convince him otherwise.
Well, who can blame them. Its life. I get into the house and I find books doing his homework. Of course, his brother, strike, is home after they went on the rampage. I retire early after a hard day's work. What a day!
