STUPID CLASSES

Four years....

four years later.....

For too long I sat in front of a monitor screen with dozens of sheets of office paper that never diminished, three cups of coffee with no leftovers in it and dozens of cigarettes filling the ashtray, but it didn't make me feel better, every day just mingled a row of neatly written sentences on the white monitor screen worksheet, summarizing the work proposal and just waiting to be rejected by the manager while throwing it in front of my face.

I can imagine that.

Even on this Saturday I don't spend it relaxing, I don't think that this job is depressing me, just spending time with what I have, other than work I don't have anything else, a man with no hobbies or routines outside of work hours, as a single person with a narrow life, many of my office friends often take me to places of entertainment, but I never felt that it would make me better, and on the contrary, I was like a troublemaker in the joy of everyone, like when everyone laughs about their high school love story with a laugh so much that in the middle of the conversation I say .

"If you say that, you're like giving a proposal sheet to a boss without clarity of purpose " .

Until they all fell silent as if pulled back into reality and that's why I always refused every invitation to gather with office friends, until I realized every weekend I just ended up in front of the computer, the mattress and the bathroom .

The phone screen is lit and back dim, just incoming messages from officials who are still asleep in between his weekend holiday to invite me on vacation at the beach or just accompany them to talk .

I don't have time for that.

Those who still enjoy the sweet leftovers of honey to breathe until later in the night and are surprised to remember that the task for their work is on the end of the deadline, the sweet aroma of honey they have today will end until Monday reveals itself, a little hope from them is only to pray that the manager eats jackfruit and forgets to remove the seeds until choking makes the jackfruit seeds stuck in the throat, so the head manager must be treated for a few days, so the head manager must be treated for several days, that's what I often hear from their conversation last Friday .

Working in the field of management marketing makes me always busy with a proposal sheet that must be made, but from this work all I had realized, I had realized it, if real life in the world of work is always inversely proportional to our imaginary world during school, think simple, graduate school, get a job, save, buy this, buy it, getting married and living comfortably with family, simple to think about, but difficult while living it, I was aware of that reality .

The worksheets were still piled up next to the workbench in a simple contract that I rented 800 thousand for one month, excluding the water and electricity, which I rented, the neighbors are busy calming their children who continue to whine in asking for cars when the salary of her husband is only enough for daily purposes, even though the salary is only enough, or the grunting of the five officers of the building who were endlessly in a rhythmic dialogue with each other, their snoring was like the sound of wolves communicating to the herd, but this lasted until noon, he said, maybe because the overtime hours that require the construction of the apartment building project must be completed on time, their work is the same as mine, only they work with energy pressure and I work with inner pressure, he said, including also I'm not the type of person who sleeps with snoring, that's my opinion .

Back I saw the phone screen that was back on, new contact number, entered into the message inbox, I just assumed that it was just a fraudulent message under the guise of a sms code to win a unit of an avanza car from a pulse voter draw and I didn't care about it .

Because I never bought a voucher.

When I came back to look at the screen, I realized the reality that was in front of me, no matter how hard I worked and for whatever time I spent, in front of the monitor screen that may have been tired of looking at each other with me, this will continue to repeat until later I retired, the subtle meaning of PHK .

I save all the data that never had an end of it, turn off all the computer devices and lay down on the chair that has accompanied me to work for 4 years now, my mind is empty, there was no reason for me to do anything other than rest my mind and hope the prayers of the employees in the company come true .

I opened all the messages that went into the inbox, all my friends just told me about their complaints, from starting unfinished work tasks, to deciding on a girlfriend, maki by the in-laws, and, at the expulsion of the wife and some are asking for a loan because the payday money runs out for a family vacation .

This is only the 1st, though,

But there was something different about all the messages I got so far, a new contact number that I had considered a reward fraud mode, it wasn't, as I read word by word into my brain, making me remember all the precious things I had missed in order to gain a useless life right now, I opened my eyes, my body stood without a care anymore with a pile of paper that became shackles, opened the door and left .