Are We All “No lifers”? 我们都是“无生活”一族吗？
1.\tI was satisfied when I was first engaged with this “big name” company which has once designed the tallest building in China. I’ve since realized that this is just another “No Life” company living on its name. So, in fact I still don’t have a life and I’ve discovered that I am screwed and destined to contribute my soul for a sound job title and reasonable salary.
2.\tThinking about work from the moment I wake. Aesthesia sets in every morning with birdcall and I follow my senses and the ritual of trying to use the least amount of time to deal with trivial but essential routines; choosing the “best” food that is easiest to be swallowed and digested; reducing water ingestion to avoid unnecessary wastage and thus wasted time scurrying off for toilet visits; forever perfecting shortened “bye-byes” to get out the door more rapidly; enhancing work productivity after waking by bringing remaining unfinished work that can be accessed between naps.
3.\tThus every second saved gives an extra second to increased efficiency and output. As for any form of unstructured time, like seeing movies, strolling around, or even just being in a thoughtless daze, only when the devil is blind to work, time, efficiency and productivity will that time come for me.
4.\tI have turned so panda eyed, so much so that even liberal coverings of foundation make up can’t conceal my physical signs of exhaustion. I am especially numb about my gender, as I was disillusioned with my MD’s genuinely appreciative praise on my “manly” working attitude, which runs counter to my lifetime pursuit of becoming a full time blissfully happy housewife. But every time my real ambition becomes lost as I become, against my will, deeply emotionally connected with the MD by his impassioned speeches that are always full of his acknowledgement to those who work slave-like with bended heads over heaped papers. I hang on his words waiting for tidbits of pr