Feelings: Frustration. Exasperation. Annoyance.
Virtue Learnt: The art of waiting. Patience.
Possible Physical Result: We wait. And then we produce mushrooms.
Seriously.
Because nothing is ever done on time. The buck is passed from one person to another, with no one claiming responsibility or doing anything about it. So we are kept waiting and waiting and waiting. Most times in vain.
The fungi see the opportunity and attack.
This afternoon, as we walked past a patch of garden area located just outside our department, we realised that even that garden patch had sprouted some mushrooms.
I wonder what they were waiting for.
2 comments:
amazing...haha
Really one leh. The next time you come to my office, you look out for them.
The workers have cleared them, but i'm sure they'll sprout agin in no time. :)
Post a Comment