Once Upon a Time

“I love this place.” She declared as they sat down. Having reached their sales target for the month, her teammates had decided to celebrate in a lavish roof-top garden restaurant with live DJ. It was mid day but no one turned down free drinks and meat.

Kevin passed her the menu, his eyes sparkling. She smiled, trying to ignore the hammering in her chest. Her heart had come alive at his glance, but she told herself it was the scent of steak on their table. She sniffed it and it nauseated her.

Things meat-lovers do to sway vegans.

Support Unsupportive

If you’ve been on the internet at all, you’ll know too well how hard it is to figure some apps out. We’re always using these apps — blogging tools, photo editors, text editors, proofreaders, budget managers, ebook readers, reminders (my saviour) — you get the point. These aren’t luxury apps either, they’re necessities. That’s why it’s important that these apps are proper. For the most part, my apps are great. They’re pretty straightforward so I don’t have to toil much. Not all products are like that, though. Some products work fine until they don’t anymore. When that happens, I panic.

Because when something isn’t working as it should, I have no choice but to call customer support. I can’t stand the idea of asking for help. Not because I’m an egotistical bastard, but because customer support isn’t supportive at all. You almost never get the feeling that the person sitting on the other side is, in fact, a person. They’re more like robots with western names.

Whenever I write to the customer support team of a product, I get an automated reply. Which is alright, because that’s how they acknowledge mail. But then they reply to my message with another message that makes me wish they hadn’t bothered at all. It’s incredible how support teams treat customers. They scatter words that make no sense and punctuation that makes everything worse. Some emails echo satire — without intention. “Welcome to the world’s best support team,” they say when they’re far from helpful, and not even close to good. Sure, I can tolerate the waiting time, but I can’t tolerate inhuman response.

“Sorry for your troubles. Any inconvenience is regretted.” That’s the most passive aggressive statement anyone can say to another person, let alone someone asking for help. Of course, the inconvenience is regretted, but what are you doing about it, apart from declaring said nonexistent regret?

I can understand, though. Supporting is tough. It’s exhausting to answer the same questions to a bunch of people who refuse to understand. It’s tough playing the educator to people who’re determined to act stupid. It’s stressful to deal with angry customers across the globe — when more than half of them don’t even speak your language.

Nevertheless, at the end of the day, the customer is king — or queen. And that’s why patience is a virtue. That’s why humaneness is a value. In this age when people tweet hate-words to get the attention of a company, it’s just too easy to bring corporations down.

But it’s not about bringing corporations down with the “power of the people.” It’s just plain hurtful to open my inbox and look at a reply that says, “Your patience is appreciated,” when I know that’s not true. I’d rather decode the product for myself, even if I have to read an unhelpful help document. And when it goes beyond me, it’s easier still to give up altogether. Besides, if one product fails, there are a hundred alternatives online.

Ever had trouble with customer support? Sure you have. What did you do?

The Surprise

Ever since Jessica started bringing lunch from home, somehow, it would go missing. The first day, she laughed it off, amused that someone didn’t like her eating healthy. As days went by, though, it started to get on her nerves.

The person who kept stealing her lunch out of the office refrigerator was in for a big surprise today, she thought to herself rolling the rice-paper sandwich and securing it in place with a toothpick.

When the busboy who brought coffee sneaked into her lunch, as usual, he saw a second sandwich with a note: “Happy to share!”

What’s the Point of Blogging?

It’s been 5 years since I signed up for WordPress and for a long time, my blog remained vacant and without interaction. And then about three years ago, I got a job and with it, a flash of inspiration to blog more. Since then, I’ve been trying to keep up with life as it flashes by without me even realising it.

I love writing, and I love blogging about anything that strikes me. However, for a while now, I’ve been wondering: what’s the point of blogging?

My job revolves around writing. Copywriter, content writer, and all things words — that’s how I’d describe my work life.

I’ve gotten so deep into work that it’s morphed into my life. I’ve tried to keep my blog away from work, and I think I’ve succeeded. But after writing for and thinking about writing for 10 hours, coming home to do the same thing is a tad bit tiring. It doesn’t bore me, though; far from it. It just drains me. I seldom know what (else) to write, so I write what I like, like haiku, for instance.

It’s fun to play with words, decrypting tones and perspectives. It’s a challenge to tell an entire story in 17 syllables. A challenge I enjoy taking every single time.

That’s how I discovered the point of my blog: to enjoy myself. I didn’t realise it for a long time because, unlike most people, I had fallen in love with my job. My blog isn’t a coping mechanism; I don’t need it to vent my frustrations at work or complain about my boss.

I enjoy my job as much as I enjoy my blog. Happiness all around.

So is there any other reason to blog?

There is.

Just the act of blogging expands beyond self. It spreads my joy, transforming from simple joy into learning. A blog should thrill, give people a reason to come back for more. Just stringing clever wordplay doesn’t do much for anyone. Well, it does to some extent, but discussions, strong opinions, and experiences do more.

So that’s the point of blogging. Giving people a reason to spark conversations. That and a few haikus for myself. I can’t give up on that.


Well, that’s me. What do you think is the point of your blogging?