I hate days like today at work when i have some free time (that happens so rarely) and i would really love to do some art but i cant cos im at work. it sucks. its a waste of time. and what i end up doing is browsing deviant art or some other site like that and i am JEALOUS. i hate this.

and then i wonder. what would life be like if i didnt have this job. what if i had a part time, less paying job. we would be in serious financial difficulties, and would have a very different lifestyle. we live in a very nice apartment(hefty rent due every month) , with a nice new car (car payments due every month), we have a couple of servants (pay due every month), we dont think twice about going out to eat or buying anything we want.

dayum.... i just got mithai at office.... someone just had a son! a guy my age just had a son! sheesh. its baby season... got news earlier this morning that another co-worker had a baby. 2 co-workers are pregnant... one is just on the verge of popping! working women and babies! how do they do it. and why? i understand if they need to do it, but if its by choice? working just after having a baby. yeah yeah i know... careers and gender equality and feminist soemthing crap. but if you want to be a career person... go ahead... just dont have a baby and then send it off to be raised by someone else. whats the point of having a child then? just so you can fulfill your role as a woman in life... sheesh talk about gender roles. feminist crap and all... lets face reality... you cant do both. i mean come on! if you are working 10 hours a day... what do you have left to give to your kids? (again women who have to and need to do both... my hats off to them for achieving what seems to be the impossible) but when you dont need to work - and its an option and you have a child and pass it on to some aya to raise. well thats just wrong. and if the career means so much well then just dont have the child! yeah yeah politically incorrect, feminstly incorrect opinion. but come on! who are you trying to fool here? in the end it doesnt matter who you convince that you are super mom and an exemplary feminist for achiveing that ace career and three kids... what matters in the end is what happens to those kids. are they alone at home all day? are they being raised by a stranger? do they know who you are? and when they grow up, are they going to be there for you?

bah mondays