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Room with a table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
So I have a job. A place to go to every morning. Offer my services till a certain time. Come back home in the evening. I get money for this job. Money (plural) is a bundle of rectangular paper with a standard design and a stench of skin and sweat. Owning it is partly owning freedom. It buys a lot of things.
The job - I work for a media company that deals with travel related things - it writes about travel, it created videos on travel, it owns a space full of travel books and photographs of the owner's travels. It also organises events to promote travel. Travel, to the owner, and hence the company I work for means - visiting a place and saying WOW and telling the world about it. Information with a WOW factor. Infotainment. Hence I work for a travel infotainment company.
My work is mostly administrative. I co-ordinate shoots. I get hold of contacts details and put them together in a spreadsheet. I post event updates on Facebook and Twitter. I upload videos on YouTube. I check for spelling mistakes. I respond to queries. I make sure everyone gets the message. I sometimes write nice things about shitty places. It's a wank-all job that a-dime-year-old with a decent hold over the user's lingo can do. I feel wasted and tired and upset most of the time. The hour long autorides to-and-from work put me in a trance. I mostly end up looking at the wheels of the vehicles passing by - going round and round and round. Small wheel big wheels fast wheels slow wheels rickety wheels backwards wheels. But all moving wheels. Constantly. Like Time. In continuum. The Cunt.
Room with a table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
So I have a job. A place to go to every morning. Offer my services till a certain time. Come back home in the evening. I get money for this job. Money (plural) is a bundle of rectangular paper with a standard design and a stench of skin and sweat. Owning it is partly owning freedom. It buys a lot of things.
The job - I work for a media company that deals with travel related things - it writes about travel, it created videos on travel, it owns a space full of travel books and photographs of the owner's travels. It also organises events to promote travel. Travel, to the owner, and hence the company I work for means - visiting a place and saying WOW and telling the world about it. Information with a WOW factor. Infotainment. Hence I work for a travel infotainment company.
My work is mostly administrative. I co-ordinate shoots. I get hold of contacts details and put them together in a spreadsheet. I post event updates on Facebook and Twitter. I upload videos on YouTube. I check for spelling mistakes. I respond to queries. I make sure everyone gets the message. I sometimes write nice things about shitty places. It's a wank-all job that a-dime-year-old with a decent hold over the user's lingo can do. I feel wasted and tired and upset most of the time. The hour long autorides to-and-from work put me in a trance. I mostly end up looking at the wheels of the vehicles passing by - going round and round and round. Small wheel big wheels fast wheels slow wheels rickety wheels backwards wheels. But all moving wheels. Constantly. Like Time. In continuum. The Cunt.
