I feel sorry for the lift operator who has to spend his day inside a box, press buttons now and then, be in a box with people and feel completely alone.
I feel sorry for the XYZ credit-card company representative, who sits in the cafetaria the whole day, gets up when someone comes to get coffee and asks them if they'd be interested in a credit card, only to get a brusque NoThankYOu.
I feel sorry for the coffee machine operator. Its an automated machine, so he really has nothing to do. Once I saw him sitting alone in the cafeteria, staring into space, with nothing to do and no one to talk to.
They probably feel sorry for me, staring into a computer screen the whole day.
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- Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood: A Novel, Rebecca Wells
- Catch 22, Joseph Heller
- Musicophilia, Oliver Sack
- The Last Battle , C. S. Lewis
- The Horse and His Boy
- The Silver Chair , C.S. Lewis
- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
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- The Lion , the Witch and The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
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- The Grass is Singing , Doris Lessing
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1 comment:
hey. funny but i'd been in b'lore last week... i was there in town on the day that car accident, as i now see, happened. i was rained in at my hotel room most prolly. and i'm reading about it now. how bizarre.
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