Here I am, typing at my blog to tell the world, that I am assigned to a project that reeks of regurgitated monkey food.

What does that mean to our dear readers? Let me explain. You see somebody working on something and pity them for the ill luck that had befallen them? The type of people you would want to pat on the back and say "Hey, things will turn out right"? Well that's not it. What happens if the said person said, "Hey, I'm leaving, and the boss says you'll be doing it from now on".

There it is, like a jolt from an electric lighter rudely awakening you from your day dreams, you just couldn't help but think, somehow fame is not always a good thing.

Fame you say? Lately I realized that people are talking about me as "That Guy Who Could Solve Your Problems Blindfolded". I sure as hell can't claim to myself that I have the most excellent traits a model employee should have: chronically late, downloads porn at the office ;) ... heck, I shouldn't be an IT professional because all I'd like to do is doodle all day, sing, and chase after girls. Not to mention using company resource to play pc games :} I don't even do follow-up studies regarding my own profession (which any self-respecting IT person should be doing nowadays).

And now I'm assigned to a project that showcases one of the most convoluted pieces of code I've ever seen and they expect me to make more of that ... Frankenstein and make it appear that it'll win the prize for "King of the Night" in a ballroom dancing session reserved for royalty.

Oh well, I'm never much into complaining. Let's see what will happen if I pull down this electric switch.