I don’t take calls on Sunday. It’s my day for doing nothing.
\nI become one with all. I am as still as the air on a
\nboiling mid-july afternoon. I do not think about the past nor
\nponder the future. iExist.
\n“Nobody here! Nobody here!” – my ringtone for Sundays. Raising
\none unenthusiastic brow, iGlance at the number on the display.
\nIt’s my private line – known to very few people. It must
\nbe an emergency … iGrudgingly take the call!
\n“Hello Y, we have an issue here. It’s not within your JD but
\nwe know you know the stuff. The vendor is unreachable,
\nand if we wait till tomorrow heads will roll. Please help!”
\n“How did you get this number?”
\n“Long story my brother, X Knows J’s friend K knows D who has M’s number …”
\n(iWill do some head-banging tomorrow but today iMust be calm,
\nit’s the only way to achieve the oneness iSeek)
\nDescribe the problem to me, iCommand.
\nUnfamiliarity with subject shows through long-winded-round-about
\nexplanation.
\nProblem rare but known solution exist in knowledge-base and the
\ngoogle-verse (iNternet).
\nCheck the system in 10minutes. Cut the line, tap the keyboard
\nof my modded laptop and it hums to life like some discarded
\nmachine from the matrix. This is my world where I am “master
\nand commander”. iRASsed into the Cel-Plex and fix the
\nproblem. iContribute to “Meet the Challenge”. iHappy.
\nThe caller’s boss will call tomorrow. It’s nice to
\nbe acknowledged from time to time. But too much publicity; too
\nmuch craving for fame and the oneness is lost forever. I am
\nthe shadow behind the scene. iSolve. iExist. I don’t take
\ncalls on Sunday.
\nGradually I drift off again, oneness with-all within my grasp
\n… never been this close … my principles have been broken.
\nWhat is a man without principles … “Nobody he..” – iAwake.
\niAgitate. It’s a THIRD of a ring. iGlance at number.
\nBl**dy flasher! Now I take calls on Sunday …
\nwhat is a man without principles … iRephrase … I don’t MAKE calls on Sunday!
\nNew principles iNstalled. iConceed. iAccept. iRelax. iTerminate processing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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