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According to the news of the incident, the first...boom during Mr. Mc. Donalds picnic date was from nobody, and the first gun fired was from nobody as well. Good
News! While we were drinking smoking and talking, the protests moved to Ramkhamhang Road, where Mr. Moody Be Goodâs house was, andâŠus! So close to the T-XXX-something battle tank. I was thinking, we were missedâŠvery, very badly missed! I had been told different theories about who was the bomb man or gunman.
Some theories had said, âThe protesters donât want to go to work so, they did it!!â Me too, I was stuck with my project, a parking lot with animals in it. After listening to the theories of a mystery man or woman, I came to believe in 2 theories, which were truthfully convincing.
In the first theory, the mystery man or woman was a copycat, a third party ofâŠ.hellâŠand he or she were hired by businessmen because the general disturbed their businesses and asked for too many donations. Another said it was a third-hand, possibly CIA, KGBâŠMIMâŠBMW?âŠWhatever! They just wanted to know what was going to happen and they supported one side or both sides.
The consequences were unforgettable. Over 10,000 people were killed or beaten and over 2,000 people were missing according to a Thai journalist who was with the protests through to the end. Later on, he was missing too. (An honest person told me, and I believed honest people more than mass communication.)
I had never been interested in either politics or politiciansâŠshit, because they seem to be the same and everyone who becomes a politician, becomes rich. They claimed that they had been doing their best for the good of the people, for example, healthcare. I was thinking wowâŠfinally something actually happened because we never had healthcare before. Well, 30 baht hospital care was what they called it, which we paid only 30 baht for all treatmentsâŠWOW, never been cheaper, turned out it was only for something likeâŠcold, cough, and flu too? I doubt it! I had a chance to talk to a politician through my work once.
âWell, Sir. What happens, if I have bronchogenic carcinomas and no money? Can I come to you?â Me.
âNo, and what the hell is bronchogenic carcinomas?â The Politician.
âOh, itâs lung cancer. What am I going to do, if it happens when I donât have money
âŠSir?â Me.
âThen youâre fucked!â The Politician.
I was thinking, really, all my income taxes, which I had paid, turned into âYou are fucked!â Honestly, I did not understand at allâŠgovernors, politicians, businessmen, women, and whoever else is rich.
I understand that sometimes corruption, lying, betrayal, and conspiracy were necessary if it was the right circumstance. Somehow, I had had some benefit of that when I was in school! However, why they could not do their shit inâŠNO HARM DONE! Surely.
There were professionals, such as doctors, lawyers, engineers, architects, and moreâŠat the protests. When clever people get together in the middle of the city with actions expressing disapproval or objection to whoever sits on the throne andâŠput their heads together in the middle of the road, donât you think someone should be listening? Governors!
After a year and 6 months, I was thinking, maybe it was time to think about what was next. I met an owner of a factory, Mr. Kind, on a project I was working on. He said to me I should have learnt about how things were made. His factory manufactured some construction materials, such as cement, steel, and wood; he also had a furniture factory. He asked me if I wanted to work for him andâŠlearn, he said, to run my own company. Therefore, it came toâŠchallenges, my bossesâŠhmm! After hours of talking and money offering, I did not understand why it was so hard to let me go, everyone broke someoneâs heart, intentionally or unintentionally. Besides, I was a horrible employee and every time I looked at the check-board unintentionally, my flags were all red⊠a whole bloody month! Did I mention Ozzy Osbourne when he came to work with meâŠoften? That was what I tried to tell my bosses, so they realized that the chick wanted to fly! After I finished myâŠreasons, they gave me another hour of speeches on the shield of life, they said it was necessary, in case someone wanted to stab me in my backâŠ.OH!
Rule Number 1
âYou need to be vigilant as always. Everything and everyone needs to be examined. 90% of people come to you because they want something more than they will say. Oh, try to keep Mr. Lunatic inside andâŠin check, would you?â Professor Daddy.
Rule Number 2
âDon't let your emotions cloud your judgment. And don't listen to your employees about anything that is not related to work. You can like them, but donât hate them. As long as they do excellent work, you just need to tolerate themâŠjust as I did you.â Mr. Ok, the CEO.
Rule Number 3
âCheck your psyche balance. Trust in your intelligence. Know who you actually are.â Mr. Cute.
Ok, Mr. Cute, he was not straightforward, was he? I was not sure, how I was going to keep my psyche in balance. Inside my head has 2 residents, Mr. Lunatic and Ms. Conscience, and most of the time, they fight! Furthermore, how could I possibly trust my intelligence, I did notâŠreallyâŠhave much and, during most of the dark times, Mr. Lunatic was the one who saved the dayâŠin the scary way! And know who I am? Oh boy, that would be impossible, as I have 2 healthy and very active residents inside my cerebrum. The cerebrum is the principal and most anterior part of the brain in vertebrates, located in the front area of the skull and consisting of âTwo Hemispheres,â left and right, separated by a fissure. It is responsible for the integration of complex sensory and neural functions, and the initiation and coordination of voluntary activity in the body, including sight. Can you see the impossible?? When the residents brawl!!
The day of my leaving, the office manager gave me a red flag; Ms. No Water and Mr. Glass gave me a project! They said it was a gift and they had told the owner of the project that I was perfect for the job. In that moment, I knew, I was not able to run away from my bosses until they actually said goodbye to the earth. So, I was good to go,
learning, doing some work at home, and working at Mr. Kindâs 4 days a week. To have Mr. Kind and his brother as my bosses was extremely easy, they were just likeâŠmy old bosses, No Harm Done! My job was the designsâŠand noâŠno furniture designs, and that was our agreement!
âWell, you can design a whole fucking house. Why canât you design furniture? What is the bloody problem?â Mr. Kind.
âI donât like product design and it was not my second major. A wise man saidâŠyou should not trust someone to do the job when they said they don't like theâŠjobâŠBoss!â Me.
âYou should have learnt the product design. Youâll never know whatâs coming. And what the hell did you take?â Mr. Kind.
âAhuh. I took art history and photography because I didnât fit in with the product design chicks; I donât know how to do the giggling and brushing. It looked tooâŠfrustrating for meâŠBoss.â Me.
Mr. Kind thought it was useless to take those subjects. Well, Professor Daddy insisted and he had books and a camera for borrowing, so why not??? Two months later, some of the furniture I drew on draft-paper magically appeared in the showroom of the company.
âBoss. What the fuck! Your customers will kill you. What is the bloody point of hiring a designer if their homes look like your bloody showroom????â Me.
âHey, Iâm your boss. Try to remember that! And donât be stupid. Weâre not a big money like your previous pretty bosses. I did my best and the customers are happy. The rest, the designs, the ideas, and your head are mine, except your pretty ass. But, if you want your ass to be mine too, the door is always open!â Mr. Kind. *-*!
Like I said, my bosses were having the same sicknessâŠlike mine, but with a differentâŠ.perspective. After 6 months, I was too busy with all my work so I had to
leave Mr. Kind's company; however, I still did the design for him and he was still making the furniture from my drawings. I told him that one day he was going to get beaten!
About a year later, Moonlight got a new job in the northâŠagain, bigger embassy, better possibility and better pay. So, we had to do a long-distant relationship. First, it was brutal. I called her when Mr. Lunatic in my head wanted to talk to someone who understood him, and she called me when she thought her OCD was out and transformed to a ghost. Oh, we were on two phones until she fell asleep! We saw each other twice a month, and it was feeling like...
âHey, Moony. Iâm feeling like I just got married. This long-distance relationship feels like, âFor the better and for the worst forâŠ. Ahmm? âŠ.Whatever the fuck isâŠâ Donât you think baby?â Me.
âYou get used to it! I know itâs shit for you to understand what it means to commit to the âWhatever the fuck is?â after your long loving family and I donât blame you, but pleaseâŠdonât be such a fucking bitch.â Moonlight.
Sometimes, many times, I worried that I might have mystically influenced Moonlight and her behaviourâŠin the hell way!!
About a year later, Mr. Kind told me that he bought a 3-storey home and office building; it was near Mr. Moody Be Goodâs place and the motherâsâŠHmm they lived in the same area! Mr. Kind asked me if I wanted to shareâŠrent? He only wanted the first floor for a new showroom, which I needed to design ASAP! I only said one word after he finished his proposals, YES. It was pretty close to the city and super cheap for 2 floors, which were my living and my companyâŠI knowâŠgoing too fast? After I moved inâŠnot too long after, I established a company named InFact. AndâŠI stole one of Mr. Kindâs woodworkersâŠthat was what he said! We had been arguing for years.
Giant was his name, he was working for Mr. Kind for only 2 years and so was his brother. He did not like to work with his brother who had more years of experiences with wood. I did not get into the detail because that was the rule of being a boss, Mr.
Okâs version. I only knew that his brother liked to mock him. Then he heard from Mr. Kind about my company.
âCan I work for you?â Giant.
âWell, Giant. First, I need to talk to Mr. Kind. You better hope he wonât kill us here and feed us to theâŠnever mind. AndâŠYou mightâŠbe starving or dying. I cannot guarantee that Iâll always have jobs. Most importantlyâŠjust so you know, Iâm insane.â Me.
âIâm ok with that.â Giant.
âThink about it before you make your decision. I love to have you, but you need to think what youâre into. Itâs a fucking huge decision to leave Mr. Kind. Get it??.
Thickhead!â Me.
That was what actually happened! Before I had time to talk to Mr. Kind, it was too late. I could hear him screaming his ass off and that screaming was from a destination more than 50 meters away from me. With the words âWhere is the fucking little bitchâŠ?!!!!â Giant wanted to leave the bean, what could Mr. Kind do? âŠthat was what I told him. At my own company, we did not do exterior construction, only interior because it required a large fund for job sites and construction workers wereâŠtoo precarious for me. Mr. Lunatic said it was
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