Today, I learned that...

Today, I learned that …

In the company of fools and in trying to make your point be understood by them is as futile as forcing a pig to fly. Never underestimate the ingenuity of fools, or you’ll end up sounding like a total moron.

Helping colleagues with their messes will only make your boss call you in her office and give you an hour sermon about responsibility, indifference and how altruism is in fact defined as stupidity.

Overthinking is the universe's way of saying “Have a coffee with a friend.”

a simple thank you from your colleagues whose asses you just saved despite being scolded by your blood thirsty boss is somewhat soothing.

in the silence of the remaining hour at work, uttering a short grateful prayer brings back an equal amount of pain and bliss.

a stick on pad with a sunflower and a sun god drawing on it can make a downhearted soul be hopeful.

life is full of surprises, the person you don’t expect to be there when you need someone to talk to happens to be the person who coincidentally joins you at your comfort zone, listens and shares a cup with you.

i am responsible for what i have tamed... and that i will continue helping as much as i can...

hoping tomorrow will be a better day can make me real sleepy.

at the end of the day before sleeping, it's not the hurtful words from your enemies that will be remembered, but it's in the silence of your friends.

Good night!

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