Persona non grata
Some people might think that having to work in the thick jungle, somewhere in the oblivion and perhaps living in a primeval civilization may be a bit bored and unthinkable of. Stinking odour from the rubber processing factories that will last for seven generations, a chowder of effluent discharge ala-Chernobyl and a prospective of constant exposure to the numerous hazardous chemical will turn any sanity into a shamble. Even the many unsung heroes who are still hanging on to their last breath will be merely reduced into a couch potato. Somehow, I have been enjoying my celebrity status here and thinking of opening my own fan club soon, speaking of which will be swarmed with unfazed menachees who have been made redundant working in the field, thank you to the global economy hiccup.
This morning was not an ordinary morning. While having an early morning discussion with my subordinates, loud bangs and unfamiliar scuffle along the corridor had almost made me fell from my comfy chair. That was very unusual as normally we will enjoy our serene and blissful morning peacefully. A peek through a window unfold a high drama involving our security personnels with another rare species, which according to Charles Darwin is our distant relative from a common ancestor.
That was not a point of the day though, and any argument as to validate the theory will be as futile as to argue on why frogs are made to jump and donkeys are to follow blindly any instruction coming from the sky. Whoever that is still believe and worship the theory (a Darwinian), might as well shoving a banana into their big nostrils.
But the irony was, this morning I saw a monkey, monkeying around in the office. I feel some sort of deja vu. A straying monkey is considered a nuisance. What’s more a male one. Ladies especially hate that monkey as earlier this morning this lone primate had chased menacingly after menachees (probably one of my hardcore fans) and showing off openly his primal obscenity toward the opposite sex. The monkey was later tamed down and send off to their natural habitat nearby. Not to put the blame solely onto the monkey, widespread development and real-estate hunters molesting the scarce land bank surrounding our almost extinct habitat has forced this creature to find his own sanctuary elsewhere.
I couldn’t help but smiled to myself. This unfamiliar sight caused a stir in my stomach and I had this familiar feeling. There are a lot of monkey business going on in the offices and around us. Many factors for us to monkey around when trying to explain the phenomenal disorderly behaviour that plagued the mentality or our own kind. One that might interest the public is the classic thinking that the higher you climb the ladder, the more respect you’ll gain. I believe this type of thinking has in a way corrupted some brain cells thus making correct and fair judgement is almost impossible. I still believe, the higher you climb the more pain you’ll get if you fall. But then people might says – no pain no gain. For me, I just want to live longer and happily ever after.
In this monkey’s case, he has probably lost his diplomatic immunity and during his quest to claim back his glorious past, probably forgot he is no longer living in the Planet of the apes. Obviously those didn’t cross his mind this morning. He is now a persona non grata.