I detest the days that come and go this recent week. Yes, I fathom the excitement of the move. But the resentment I sense is far greater than any excitement one can relish. I see separate departments vying to transport their relevant baggages as swiftly as they could. I see the mess that would have become when we will be fully functional. I see internal conflict in the early hours every morning. I sense stress, I sense unrest, I sense despair.
As small as I am presently and will continue to be, I feel like a puppet following mundane and at times, nonsensical instructions from the masters. Helpless I may be, often, I see myself as a very fortunate soul to be right here, dealing with these, than to throw myself into the wilderness and soak myself in mud.
