He would make a grand entry into the office at an hour that suited him. Parking his rusty, old two-wheeler in the parking lot, he would lumber over towards the building that had been a witness to his 20 years of “service” as a clerk. No, there had been no promotion in all these years, because a promotion would need efforts and efficiency on his part and that was really not his style of working.
Then, in he would drag his bulky frame right up to his chair and dump his posterior in it as it creaked under his weight. Shouting off orders to Gopal, the peon, to switch on the fan overhead, fetch him a bottle of cold water and his first cup of tea and some biscuits was his pre-work ritual. Absentmindedly scratching his sweaty underarms, picking his nose, or cleaning his ears with the end of a pen’s refill, he would wait till Gopal had carried out every task to his satisfaction.
Guzzling down the chilled water, he would then ho-hum for another fifteen minutes and then get down to work. Work involved first eyeing the huge pile of files that lay on his messy table and yawn annoyingly, then picking up the first file, he would give it a cursory glance and then dump it on the other side of the table. This would go on for half an hour before he would call for his second cup of tea. With biscuits, of course. This went on till lunch hour, after which lethargy would set in and Mishra would doze off at his table.
The files on his table would pile up everyday with dust settling on them as comfortably as Mishra had settled in his sluggish ways. Gopal would often nudge Mishra to work on this or that file, or even move it over to the next table where it would get the attention it deserved and earn some brownie points for himself. For anyone who ever dared question/chastise Mishra for his laziness and his incompetency, there was hell to pay from the Lord of the Files, himself! For, no one but the Boss had any right to give him an earful, was what he would always proclaim.
And, that’s just what happened, one fine day. The Boss swapped his swivel chair with his lounge chair and handed over the management of his office to his foreign-returned son. In stormed Boss Junior heralding winds of change and the first change to take place was the dismissal of Mishra.
The number of sweets that were distributed that day, ah, the office resembled a sweet shop!
How do I know about Mishra so well? I was the idiot who got him employed at our office, in the first place.
Today’s prompt at the BarAThon is Lord of the Files and the sin Sloth goes so perfectly with the prompt!
Today’s prompt brought to mind our lazy government officials whose only aim in life is to laze around in the office under the pretext of work. The files at many of the offices pile high on the tables of the clerks who would rather swap flies than work on the files. Things are definitely changing, but there are miles to go before the scene really undergoes a drastic change and the officials who are paid the kind of money they don’t deserve begin doing the kind of work that they should!