Waiting for Humans to Evolve

I hate performance appraisal and bonus payment season. Because I hate dealing with humans. Humans have this tendency to think that they are better than others, when others think they are useless. Every year, during this time, someone will come to see me and ask why his/her rating is low when "I have done my work".

I will then have to tell them "We need more from you."

They will say, "then tell me what to do!"

Sigh....

I have been reading this book by a gay Israeli atheistic professor who theorises that there will not be the end of the world, but humans will be extinct (just like the Neanderthals and Homo Erectus) and replaced by another species he calls Home Deus. Sounds like stuff of science fiction, but his arguments are quite compelling.

Anyway, right now, I am wishing that he is right. I wish that humans would reflect on themselves first and ask the question, "why am I the only one complaining?", before charging into my room and accuse me of denying them of their entitlement.

At the end of our "discussion", I was warned (nicely and indirectly) that the wrath of God will be upon me, since I have restricted the "rezeki" that is coming to them. I admit that I am at once, flattered and repentant. Flattered because I did not know that I have the super power to deflect God's will. Repentant, because these humans do not see the blasphemy in their remarks.

Of course, this empowerment they have given me, came after I have rebutted all their arguments and they have no more riposte, other than to condemn me to hell.

The gay Israeli atheistic professor, too, maybe bound for Hell as one who does not believe in God, a homosexual, and an illegal occupant of Palestine, but for me (for now, at least), his Homo Deus species cannot come soon enough... because, I don't think I want to go through this again, next year.

May Allah forgive me.

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