Well, Well!

Contrary to the title line, I have been unwell.

Ever since I started work at The Sphere, I have been ill. Perhaps the air at The Sphere was not to my liking? Or perhaps, a person, who has once escaped from The Sphere and tasted freedom, cannt be manacled and shackled to the ways and thinking of this place?

Anyway, enough of such Star Trek-ish ramblings. As I was saying, I have been unwell. It does not augur well that I fell sick on the 2nd day of work.

Already on my third day of work, I have to attend multiple meetings whose chief aims are to produce reams of reports to explain, defuse and react to situations A, B, C. In my first week here, I have churned countless reports which the household gods residing in the stratosphere of The Sphere will peruse.

I have yet to get over the need to churn another report as an outcome of yet another meeting, when news came to me that I shall be posted to a new continent located in The Sphere.

The new continent, my boss assures me, shall be a testing ground for me. I'm to perform (at this point I was rolling my eyes) which will in turn, affect my asssesment.

To my ears, it sounds as if I'm to land at this place akin to the style of a nuclear bomb detonating at some Polynesian atoll, and to create a similar, positive impact in the area of my work. In other words, to create an "impression".

Still shell-shocked, I failed to point out to my bosses that nuclear testings, while making a permanent dent/impression on the atoll upon which it was situated on, never resulted in anything positive, but rather, destruction and irreversible damage to the marine life surrounding it. Not that my protestations will mean anything.

Sigh. Off I go to pack my belongings to the new continent. While I'm still unsure of what's happening at my workplace, the powers that be deemed it a brilliant, tactical move to shift me to somewhere where I've hardly any knowledge of.

Ah well, guess I have to grin my teeth and bear it.