I hope you don't have to wait at the railway station, the May heat painting rings of sweat under your arms. I hope the women in the train next to you don’t smell of coconut oil or cheap perfume. I hope your head doesn’t begin to hurt while you walk towards your work place in the sun.
I hope technology doesn’t fail you; that your laptop doesn’t delete important files on a whim. I hope you remember to charge your phone, and your phone internet doesn’t stop working in the middle of a transaction. I hope you carry your charger. I hope that the printer doesn’t run out of ink when it starts to print your document.
I hope you don’t feel nauseated after your morning coffee. I hope you don’t have to face pompous people along the way who snigger and say “First world problem” when you say you have a queasy stomach. Too much milk in your coffee is a first world problem, feeling sick and it impeding your work, in fact, isn’t.
I hope you manage to juggle all your work, that no task reduces you to angry tears in the privacy of the washroom. I hope that the people you work with do their part so you can do yours and that you do your part so that the person after you doesn’t pull out his hair in frustration. I hope that all the people you meet, superiors especially, treat you like you matter and that your thoughts and opinions are worthy of consideration. I hope you aren’t subject to sexism under the syrupy mask of concern, and that you are given tasks as challenging as those given to your male counterparts.
I hope you don’t struggle to make peace with things and that you realize that life will throw harsher things your way. I hope you have friends and siblings who look out for you when you feel under the weather. I hope you realize that your friends and siblings have their own lives and problems as well and that you should factor that in when you begin to whine.
Above all, I hope you know that Mondays come once a week and while you may be having a bad day any day of the week, you are never too far away from the weekend.
I hope technology doesn’t fail you; that your laptop doesn’t delete important files on a whim. I hope you remember to charge your phone, and your phone internet doesn’t stop working in the middle of a transaction. I hope you carry your charger. I hope that the printer doesn’t run out of ink when it starts to print your document.
I hope you don’t feel nauseated after your morning coffee. I hope you don’t have to face pompous people along the way who snigger and say “First world problem” when you say you have a queasy stomach. Too much milk in your coffee is a first world problem, feeling sick and it impeding your work, in fact, isn’t.
I hope you manage to juggle all your work, that no task reduces you to angry tears in the privacy of the washroom. I hope that the people you work with do their part so you can do yours and that you do your part so that the person after you doesn’t pull out his hair in frustration. I hope that all the people you meet, superiors especially, treat you like you matter and that your thoughts and opinions are worthy of consideration. I hope you aren’t subject to sexism under the syrupy mask of concern, and that you are given tasks as challenging as those given to your male counterparts.
I hope you don’t struggle to make peace with things and that you realize that life will throw harsher things your way. I hope you have friends and siblings who look out for you when you feel under the weather. I hope you realize that your friends and siblings have their own lives and problems as well and that you should factor that in when you begin to whine.
Above all, I hope you know that Mondays come once a week and while you may be having a bad day any day of the week, you are never too far away from the weekend.
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