ode to a shitty week

i guess it was too much to ask havin a great sunday last weekend, the work week deteriorated into one of those stressfull,wish i didn't have to be here weeks.
to the point where i didn't even want to turn the pc on,....

i am just simply flabbergasted by peole's inability to follow simple instructions, or even to work with a modicum of common sense, i am begining to wonder if the english i speak, is incomprehensible to all but me.but hey ,...whats the point of bitching, we choose our line of work for the most part,so i guess we've gotta suck it up, and get on with it.so tonight im cheering myself up, in the hope of a more inspired work week, by listening to chris de burgh, remember this....

Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?"
And beseeching me to come and keep the score....
And maude says "Oh lord! im terribly bored!"
And i really can't stand it anymore....

I'm going out to dinner with a gorgeous singer
To a little place i've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
And the reason isn't very hard to see...

She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner,
As they tumble down in heaps before her feet,
They hang around in groups like battle weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street....

You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing....
For patricia is the best stripper in town.

.....And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,...etc,etc.

atleast something to put a smile on my face.

and i continue to take the journey with vikram lall,and understand more intensely that in-between world, that africa is my world, its beauty, its cruelty,...that india is that place, who's spices, language, smells, tastes,...pervade our home, but it is still that distant place, that many of us will never see, nor travel to.
but always a part of us, that defines our place even in the southern most tip of africa.