Tales from the dungeon

Today I learned that, amidst the budget cuts, the COWs saw it fit to piss away thousands of dollars down the drain. Whether or not this will cause some consternation for the Lead Idiot, it is debatable because the chances of her checking the accounts are close to zero [1]. In a way, I expected it because there were hints of incompetence and attempts to cover all of these up [2]. 
It’s tempting to say I pity the Lead Idiot when, for all of her attempts to run this tight ship, it is leaking at places. For all of her good intentions and adopting the pop corporate psychology methods of the day / moment / minute, there is no focus on getting the basics right and blind to every essential need that has to be addressed. But really, I don’t. 
Can’t really say honestly that I wish her (and most of them) well. Sure things will chug along well enough but there is only so much space under the carpet for people to sweep things. As much as I can say nothing should surprise me anymore, I find it a little hard to believe that there are people who can sleep well at night knowing that they just flushed thousands of dollars down the drain for the company.
And it’s no wonder the company has been in the red for the longest of time when there is incompetence and dishonesty. 
[1] She’s blur like that — can be easily hoodwinked.
[2] And so my sudden introduction to the “ecosystem” could have caused enough upheaval (and perhaps some gnashing of teeth) and anxiety amongst the COWs that, to save their skins, they had to resort to extreme and (in some jurisdictions) illegal actions. Their objective (which they have accomplished) is to have me leave.

What a difference a year makes

It’s funny to have someone thinking about you. 
It’s funny to get this strangely wistful feeling when reading about events for singles.
It’s funny to spy with a little eye the stalks of roses hanging on the window grille of her room.
It’s funny to feel that ring on her finger when you hold her hand firmly.
It’s funny to take we-fies every time when we’re visiting a picturesque location.
It’s funny when I consider how we’ll be changing our statuses in a few months.
It’s funny to think that we’ll share the same roof — our roof — soon.
It’s funny to have loved, quarelled, argued, reconciled and then love again.
It’s funny to have heard her say “You watched Frozen with another woman” with a hint of jealousy in the tone of her voice [1]. 
It’s funny to share a laugh and be laughed at.
It’s funny to love and be loved.
[1] Maybe it’s the way she said it too.