kenny

in this office where i reside and slowly decompose, there is an uncle we call kenny. he is very given to nervous breakdowns and shuttles and worms and flies in zigzag ( how i imagine all hornets, no, tiny lightflies to blindly bustle )all around the office constantly. he is always busy, too busy with the faxes and the phone calls and the mail couriers and more phone calls (from the customer, the shipper, the foreign forwarder..) too busy to delegate or hand me some ropes. the workload is very uneven in this office. i pop inane bubbles on the comp screen (everyone shld try frozen bubble.) and fiddle with the typewriter and blog, and read wild swans, and check my email, keeping busy to relief me from my busiless-ness. and all this time he still makes devastated whimpering sounds and swarms around the office, chanting 'busybusy..today is bad, BAD day.'
he has no concept of dynamic efficiency. he comments daily that he is too busy, and is almost apologetic that he cant teach me things, too much to do. but he does not realise that this is a daily occurence, and he will never find a day where he will be free-er until the day he does abit more talking to give me some work, until the day he lets me do the faxing and the phone calling. little things like this i can manage, and more. but he does not realise that.
so in the meanwhile i sit here blogging, he bustles around and groans and talks about buddha jumping walls. in chinese.
he is abit like the southpark kenny, that keeps on dying. if he continues in this incessant, perpetual state of nervous anxiety, he will internally combust. but i should not say that. he is a good man.