somewhere on my way - Anna N. Schnieden (epub e ink reader .TXT) 📗

bus, which we were hiding behind? It was flying apart like BOOM! I moved further away after you left. Shit, if you had not left, we would have been with Mr. Cross! Thanks!” Mr. Moody Be Good.

 

According to the news of the incident, the first...boom during Mr. Mc. Donalds picnic date was from nobody, and the first gun fired was from nobody as well. Good

 

 

News! While we were drinking smoking and talking, the protests moved to Ramkhamhang Road, where Mr. Moody Be Good’s house was, and…us! So close to the T-XXX-something battle tank. I was thinking, we were missed…very, very badly missed! I had been told different theories about who was the bomb man or gunman.

Some theories had said, “The protesters don’t want to go to work so, they did it!!” Me too, I was stuck with my project, a parking lot with animals in it. After listening to the theories of a mystery man or woman, I came to believe in 2 theories, which were truthfully convincing.

 

In the first theory, the mystery man or woman was a copycat, a third party of….hell…and he or she were hired by businessmen because the general disturbed their businesses and asked for too many donations. Another said it was a third-hand, possibly CIA, KGB…MIM…BMW?…Whatever! They just wanted to know what was going to happen and they supported one side or both sides.

 

The consequences were unforgettable. Over 10,000 people were killed or beaten and over 2,000 people were missing according to a Thai journalist who was with the protests through to the end. Later on, he was missing too. (An honest person told me, and I believed honest people more than mass communication.)

 

I had never been interested in either politics or politicians…shit, because they seem to be the same and everyone who becomes a politician, becomes rich. They claimed that they had been doing their best for the good of the people, for example, healthcare. I was thinking wow…finally something actually happened because we never had healthcare before. Well, 30 baht hospital care was what they called it, which we paid only 30 baht for all treatments…WOW, never been cheaper, turned out it was only for something like…cold, cough, and flu too? I doubt it! I had a chance to talk to a politician through my work once.

 

“Well, Sir. What happens, if I have bronchogenic carcinomas and no money? Can I come to you?” Me.

 

“No, and what the hell is bronchogenic carcinomas?” The Politician.

 

 

“Oh, it’s lung cancer. What am I going to do, if it happens when I don’t have money

…Sir?” Me.

 

 

“Then you’re fucked!” The Politician.

 

 

I was thinking, really, all my income taxes, which I had paid, turned into “You are fucked!” Honestly, I did not understand at all…governors, politicians, businessmen, women, and whoever else is rich.

 

I understand that sometimes corruption, lying, betrayal, and conspiracy were necessary if it was the right circumstance. Somehow, I had had some benefit of that when I was in school! However, why they could not do their shit in…NO HARM DONE! Surely.

 

There were professionals, such as doctors, lawyers, engineers, architects, and more…at the protests. When clever people get together in the middle of the city with actions expressing disapproval or objection to whoever sits on the throne and…put their heads together in the middle of the road, don’t you think someone should be listening? Governors!

 

After a year and 6 months, I was thinking, maybe it was time to think about what was next. I met an owner of a factory, Mr. Kind, on a project I was working on. He said to me I should have learnt about how things were made. His factory manufactured some construction materials, such as cement, steel, and wood; he also had a furniture factory. He asked me if I wanted to work for him and…learn, he said, to run my own company. Therefore, it came to…challenges, my bosses…hmm! After hours of talking and money offering, I did not understand why it was so hard to let me go, everyone broke someone’s heart, intentionally or unintentionally. Besides, I was a horrible employee and every time I looked at the check-board unintentionally, my flags were all red… a whole bloody month! Did I mention Ozzy Osbourne when he came to work with me…often? That was what I tried to tell my bosses, so they realized that the chick wanted to fly! After I finished my…reasons, they gave me another hour of speeches on the shield of life, they said it was necessary, in case someone wanted to stab me in my back….OH!

 

 

Rule Number 1

 

 

“You need to be vigilant as always. Everything and everyone needs to be examined. 90% of people come to you because they want something more than they will say. Oh, try to keep Mr. Lunatic inside and…in check, would you?” Professor Daddy.

 

Rule Number 2

 

 

“Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. And don't listen to your employees about anything that is not related to work. You can like them, but don’t hate them. As long as they do excellent work, you just need to tolerate them…just as I did you.” Mr. Ok, the CEO.

 

Rule Number 3

 

 

“Check your psyche balance. Trust in your intelligence. Know who you actually are.” Mr. Cute.

 

Ok, Mr. Cute, he was not straightforward, was he? I was not sure, how I was going to keep my psyche in balance. Inside my head has 2 residents, Mr. Lunatic and Ms. Conscience, and most of the time, they fight! Furthermore, how could I possibly trust my intelligence, I did not…really…have much and, during most of the dark times, Mr. Lunatic was the one who saved the day…in the scary way! And know who I am? Oh boy, that would be impossible, as I have 2 healthy and very active residents inside my cerebrum. The cerebrum is the principal and most anterior part of the brain in vertebrates, located in the front area of the skull and consisting of “Two Hemispheres,” left and right, separated by a fissure. It is responsible for the integration of complex sensory and neural functions, and the initiation and coordination of voluntary activity in the body, including sight. Can you see the impossible?? When the residents brawl!!

 

The day of my leaving, the office manager gave me a red flag; Ms. No Water and Mr. Glass gave me a project! They said it was a gift and they had told the owner of the project that I was perfect for the job. In that moment, I knew, I was not able to run away from my bosses until they actually said goodbye to the earth. So, I was good to go,

 

 

learning, doing some work at home, and working at Mr. Kind’s 4 days a week. To have Mr. Kind and his brother as my bosses was extremely easy, they were just like…my old bosses, No Harm Done! My job was the designs…and no…no furniture designs, and that was our agreement!

 

“Well, you can design a whole fucking house. Why can’t you design furniture? What is the bloody problem?” Mr. Kind.

 

“I don’t like product design and it was not my second major. A wise man said…you should not trust someone to do the job when they said they don't like the…job…Boss!” Me.

 

“You should have learnt the product design. You’ll never know what’s coming. And what the hell did you take?” Mr. Kind.

 

“Ahuh. I took art history and photography because I didn’t fit in with the product design chicks; I don’t know how to do the giggling and brushing. It looked too…frustrating for me…Boss.” Me.

 

Mr. Kind thought it was useless to take those subjects. Well, Professor Daddy insisted and he had books and a camera for borrowing, so why not??? Two months later, some of the furniture I drew on draft-paper magically appeared in the showroom of the company.

 

“Boss. What the fuck! Your customers will kill you. What is the bloody point of hiring a designer if their homes look like your bloody showroom????” Me.

 

“Hey, I’m your boss. Try to remember that! And don’t be stupid. We’re not a big money like your previous pretty bosses. I did my best and the customers are happy. The rest, the designs, the ideas, and your head are mine, except your pretty ass. But, if you want your ass to be mine too, the door is always open!” Mr. Kind. *-*!

 

Like I said, my bosses were having the same sickness…like mine, but with a different….perspective. After 6 months, I was too busy with all my work so I had to

 

 

leave Mr. Kind's company; however, I still did the design for him and he was still making the furniture from my drawings. I told him that one day he was going to get beaten!

 

About a year later, Moonlight got a new job in the north…again, bigger embassy, better possibility and better pay. So, we had to do a long-distant relationship. First, it was brutal. I called her when Mr. Lunatic in my head wanted to talk to someone who understood him, and she called me when she thought her OCD was out and transformed to a ghost. Oh, we were on two phones until she fell asleep! We saw each other twice a month, and it was feeling like...

 

“Hey, Moony. I’m feeling like I just got married. This long-distance relationship feels like, ‘For the better and for the worst for…. Ahmm? ….Whatever the fuck is…’ Don’t you think baby?” Me.

 

“You get used to it! I know it’s shit for you to understand what it means to commit to the ‘Whatever the fuck is?’ after your long loving family and I don’t blame you, but please…don’t be such a fucking bitch.” Moonlight.

 

Sometimes, many times, I worried that I might have mystically influenced Moonlight and her behaviour…in the hell way!!

 

About a year later, Mr. Kind told me that he bought a 3-storey home and office building; it was near Mr. Moody Be Good’s place and the mother’s…Hmm they lived in the same area! Mr. Kind asked me if I wanted to share…rent? He only wanted the first floor for a new showroom, which I needed to design ASAP! I only said one word after he finished his proposals, YES. It was pretty close to the city and super cheap for 2 floors, which were my living and my company…I know…going too fast? After I moved in…not too long after, I established a company named InFact. And…I stole one of Mr. Kind’s woodworkers…that was what he said! We had been arguing for years.

 

Giant was his name, he was working for Mr. Kind for only 2 years and so was his brother. He did not like to work with his brother who had more years of experiences with wood. I did not get into the detail because that was the rule of being a boss, Mr.

 

 

Ok’s version. I only knew that his brother liked to mock him. Then he heard from Mr. Kind about my company.

 

“Can I work for you?” Giant.

 

 

“Well, Giant. First, I need to talk to Mr. Kind. You better hope he won’t kill us here and feed us to the…never mind. And…You might…be starving or dying. I cannot guarantee that I’ll always have jobs. Most importantly…just so you know, I’m insane.” Me.

 

“I’m ok with that.” Giant.

 

 

“Think about it before you make your decision. I love to have you, but you need to think what you’re into. It’s a fucking huge decision to leave Mr. Kind. Get it??.

Thickhead!” Me.

 

 

That was what actually happened! Before I had time to talk to Mr. Kind, it was too late. I could hear him screaming his ass off and that screaming was from a destination more than 50 meters away from me. With the words “Where is the fucking little bitch…?!!!!” Giant wanted to leave the bean, what could Mr. Kind do? …that was what I told him. At my own company, we did not do exterior construction, only interior because it required a large fund for job sites and construction workers were…too precarious for me. Mr. Lunatic said it was