Who am I, really?

Of late with work pressures mounting and quality ready for its untimely decline I wonder who am I? Am I fine with letting go of the quality that I've been boasting about for most of my working life - all of 3 years and joining the ranks of corporate conformity - 'Client ko jo chahiye, dedo.' Easier said than done if you are the proud owner of an ego with a conscience to boot. Then there are those times when 'enough' is well past at 6 p.m. and you are still at work past 12 watching a good concept float down the drain... Ah the vagaries of 21st century work!

I find myself hunting my phone book, looking out for numbers, for people who I can talk to, people who would have something nice to say. No, not the rant I hate my effing workplace, the point is that everyone does. Just about a good day, a stray dog, a hi I missed you the other day or lets meet up but alas no one would remain awake at this ungodly hour. Just the few weird men at dadar station who despite all their good intentions just seem up to no good past 12 in the a.m. staring at a lone copywriter with her red bag, lost yet awake waiting for the rattling approach of the last train. When did I, a dreamer get here, I will never know. But someday, it would be a different train, a different plane, someday soon.