Mushroom Huts and Fleeting Thoughts

Dementors have escaped Azkaban, loomed around Hogwartz and decided to stay with me everyday at Cubicle 3RA-12, from the time I start to sip my morning coffee until I hit the OK button to put my notebook in Hibernate mode every night.

The corporate world has become my soul-sucking fiend, robbing me of those precious hours of romancing Billy Crawford and his suave dance moves in my daydream, or those golden moments when I find a perfect book after rummaging through tall piles in the book sale.  Instead, my mind gears would run wild, non-stop, and would tend to shift fast from numbers and symbols that would keep the profits coming – to words and more words that lead to the ONE which would sound good to the ears and then again, keep the profits coming.  As they say, that’s the bottom line.

Ten long hours of this routine everyday is all I need to turn me from a bid manager into a bid machine.  If that’s not enough and I’m becoming more fortunate by the minute, let’s put in some rubbing of elbows with the Witches and Wizards in their Big Blue robes or those pretending to be and feeling like royalty.  Ten long hours of this routine everyday is all I need to be that proud and cunning corporate animal, which I never would want to become.

And so everyday has become a struggle to protect the one thing that keeps me going despite the physical exhaustion, the mental drain, and the emotional showdown – my INNER SUNSHINE, which has nurtured all hope and idealism that I’ve managed to keep, straight from the halls of the University.  With a Thinkpad instead of a wand in hand, I hum and cast the Patronus Charm in my mind.  “Expecto patronum!” 

Suddenly, that silvery cloud of peregrine falcon shields me.  Whew! There will surely be sunnier, better days ahead.  Outside Cubicle 3RA-12.  Very far from dementors.