What am I

What am I ? is the question I ask my self every morning , another person on this damned planet who wants to sit there and do what he is asked to do always wondering why in the world it is happening to him alone.Whose life am I making better, by sitting around in the office cramming my head to that lifeless intelligent machine I am still trying to comprehend. It makes me dizzy when I just see the requirements; the first requirement violates the basic existence of the second and it chains from there until it screws your life .You know it ,yet you and your boss sit out in a room and brainstorm.Now –a-days I have stopped speaking English, all I have in my vocabulary is MOM, ASAP, EOM, CDM…. How great it could have been, if agile (or is it ajile...) methodology can be applied to our life as easily as the client does it to the project.I could have went around as i liked.
Saddam could not have hated Bush more than I hate my client and every client call is a perfect example, it defies Newton’s logic. Whenever my boss says “in agile- rework is not a problem”. It almost makes me cry; what am I doing, trying to make something so that I can do the same work again and again just wondering when this cycle will end.The biggest joke of corporate life for me is the concept of “Work-life-balance “Which probably means managing life between work ! I always go mad after every such session my boss sends me to. The usual conversation(according to him..) that follows is “I now think you have learnt something from the session .I do not want you to work that late hours .Ok now have a look at this document and make the design by COB(You never know when is it for the day) it is very urgent”.
Then there is something that makes me shiver, the profiles of my breed of people almost 75% of them are bald, 50% of them have a tummy that makes them look like if they were the very reason for famines in Somalia. Week –ends is an different thing altogether (when you have one) .Get up from bed when it is already night for rest of the world , eat and then sleep as if you have turned the world topsy-turvy during the week.What am I? , is the question I can probably never answer when an old college friend of mine meets me.(hoping that he is not saying this to himself)Singing offWhat am I,? I am a Software Engineer., and With role change (it never shows on sal-slip)comes Great Responsibility I can never marry jane.........Now responsibilities just triggers another thought .Got to get back to work, with "role code" change (I do not understand…..should I say responsibility change) I have many more Nights of fruitless toil on my hand…………