Perspective
Yesterday I was talking to my Dad on my regular phone call home. As usual we always discuss the whereabouts, weather and work. The weather was hot and I was sulking about it. It was work, yesterday, that we talked about. For once I talked about the huge work load that's present these days. The task of cleaning up the garbage of a code that was written by those who left for greener pastures is daunting. And on top of it, the coffee machine was broke on my floor and the swimming pool was closed. The testers keep pinging like incessant waves hitting the beach. Work these days is what never ends. I just had to get up and call it a day. Still work is what has to be done, it's what I do. And that means I may skip a meal or two, when I get engrossed. I even lose any grip on time, place or the world around me. Just remembered that yesterday, a colleague came over and asked something, but I was so engrossed that I could not understand a word of what she said. Even today I cannot recolle...