Every day the man wakes up early and leaves for work, sometimes ignoring the breakfast his wife made him.
He has to deal with the daily morning traffic as he drives his car on the busy highway to the office.
Though he hasn't violated any traffic rules, he has twice came close to breaking them.
On both occasions the cause was the same, late for the meeting which were never held at the office but at a location where you couldn't avoid the heavy traffic.
He never gets angry at his juniors or office staff but that case is different when he encounters other motorists on the highway.
As he reaches his office he begins his days being greeted and greeting whoever he meets on the lift of his office building.
He has a spacious room, almost at the top floor of his office where he works.
This position of his costed him the love of his life but he has no regrets since he now has a good family to take care of, though he occasionally dreams of what his life could have been had he not left her.
He had such expectations of the current position he is in such as, getting a secretary, which he thought would be a woman in her late 20's, wearing glasses and hair bound neatly in a bun and always wearing a short skirt.
All he got was a middle-aged person, that too a man, which, when he first met destroyed his fantasy of getting a secretary.
Though he does crack really good jokes from time to time, it is perhaps the only reason he has kept him.
Lunch break is the time when he heads down to the canteen to eat with the other employees, a thing he does so that he could get to know the new employees and other workers better.
In reality though, the canteen guy serves him an extra side dish whenever he orders lunch which makes him come for more.
His juniors and staff workers have quite an opinion of him and do make snide comments whenever he passes by.
They range from comments about his receding hairline to the fat bulge in his stomach which once stored his abs now looks as if they never existed.
He let's it all pass as he is aware of the fact that they don't even make half of his paycheck.
Once his lunch break is over he has a conversation on his phone with his kids, he likes to listen to whatever demands they have, like getting new toys or some gadgets to play with, they probably don't know how much pressured he is during work and still doesn't mind since listening to the voice of his children is what gets him through the day.
At evening he takes a short break to smoke a cigarette or two, the habit which he got from the love of his life, still stuck to this day and successfully hidden from his wife, who probably is aware of it but hasn't mentioned it yet to him.
This is the only time of solace when he doesn't pick up any calls or calls anyone.
He ends his day an hour late caused mostly by trying to rectify the mistakes of his juniors and scolding them or as he likes to call it 'guiding' them.
The drive back home is the repeat of what happens in the morning with the addition of a clueless traffic cop whose original duty is to lessen the traffic but does the exact opposite.
By 10 O'clock he's home, greeting his children with a hug and giving them a small present which he took the time to buy while still busy with office work, then proceeding on to kissing the cheeks of his wife in hope that something good is for dinner.
That look of disappointment on his face is the sign that it's the same bland food he's been eating the rest of his life, which is funny since when they were newlyweds she cooked the most amazing food he had ever eaten in his life.
'Marriage and children do change the food that you eat', he thought to himself as he began to eat what looked like curry and sadly in his mind missing the taste of that canteen food.
After his kids have fallen asleep, he goes in to his room, changed into his pajamas and watches the news for few minutes as he prepares to go to sleep.
He has noticed the changes in his wife as well, being married for 15 years he remembers as he lays next to her, that when they were newlyweds both of them felt pretty awkward sleeping next to each other and now it's like sleeping next to his brother and not his wife.
With that thought in mind he goes to sleep, lost in his fantasies and a world without worries only to be woken up by the sound of the alarm next day.
The only words he mentions as he is getting up is the same that he's been repeating for the last 20 years.
'Same shit, different day'
He has to deal with the daily morning traffic as he drives his car on the busy highway to the office.
Though he hasn't violated any traffic rules, he has twice came close to breaking them.
On both occasions the cause was the same, late for the meeting which were never held at the office but at a location where you couldn't avoid the heavy traffic.
He never gets angry at his juniors or office staff but that case is different when he encounters other motorists on the highway.
As he reaches his office he begins his days being greeted and greeting whoever he meets on the lift of his office building.
He has a spacious room, almost at the top floor of his office where he works.
This position of his costed him the love of his life but he has no regrets since he now has a good family to take care of, though he occasionally dreams of what his life could have been had he not left her.
He had such expectations of the current position he is in such as, getting a secretary, which he thought would be a woman in her late 20's, wearing glasses and hair bound neatly in a bun and always wearing a short skirt.
All he got was a middle-aged person, that too a man, which, when he first met destroyed his fantasy of getting a secretary.
Though he does crack really good jokes from time to time, it is perhaps the only reason he has kept him.
Lunch break is the time when he heads down to the canteen to eat with the other employees, a thing he does so that he could get to know the new employees and other workers better.
In reality though, the canteen guy serves him an extra side dish whenever he orders lunch which makes him come for more.
His juniors and staff workers have quite an opinion of him and do make snide comments whenever he passes by.
They range from comments about his receding hairline to the fat bulge in his stomach which once stored his abs now looks as if they never existed.
He let's it all pass as he is aware of the fact that they don't even make half of his paycheck.
Once his lunch break is over he has a conversation on his phone with his kids, he likes to listen to whatever demands they have, like getting new toys or some gadgets to play with, they probably don't know how much pressured he is during work and still doesn't mind since listening to the voice of his children is what gets him through the day.
At evening he takes a short break to smoke a cigarette or two, the habit which he got from the love of his life, still stuck to this day and successfully hidden from his wife, who probably is aware of it but hasn't mentioned it yet to him.
This is the only time of solace when he doesn't pick up any calls or calls anyone.
He ends his day an hour late caused mostly by trying to rectify the mistakes of his juniors and scolding them or as he likes to call it 'guiding' them.
The drive back home is the repeat of what happens in the morning with the addition of a clueless traffic cop whose original duty is to lessen the traffic but does the exact opposite.
By 10 O'clock he's home, greeting his children with a hug and giving them a small present which he took the time to buy while still busy with office work, then proceeding on to kissing the cheeks of his wife in hope that something good is for dinner.
That look of disappointment on his face is the sign that it's the same bland food he's been eating the rest of his life, which is funny since when they were newlyweds she cooked the most amazing food he had ever eaten in his life.
'Marriage and children do change the food that you eat', he thought to himself as he began to eat what looked like curry and sadly in his mind missing the taste of that canteen food.
After his kids have fallen asleep, he goes in to his room, changed into his pajamas and watches the news for few minutes as he prepares to go to sleep.
He has noticed the changes in his wife as well, being married for 15 years he remembers as he lays next to her, that when they were newlyweds both of them felt pretty awkward sleeping next to each other and now it's like sleeping next to his brother and not his wife.
With that thought in mind he goes to sleep, lost in his fantasies and a world without worries only to be woken up by the sound of the alarm next day.
The only words he mentions as he is getting up is the same that he's been repeating for the last 20 years.
'Same shit, different day'
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