One more birthday

Well, the unexpected has come in my life, yet again!

This time the news is a little more pleasant than last time. Instead of being told I have only a few months to live I have now celebrated one more birthday than I had any right to expect.

I have no idea how others cope with having a terminal illness. My own bizarre way is to accept that I have no choice about it and to hope that God's administration is as faulty as most of the administrations I have worked with here on this planet.

Let us assume for example that there really is a golden book in which all of our names are inscribed when we are born and into which all of our exploits in our lives are added so that on the Day of Judgement our record can be interrogated and an appropriate judgement made.

Now let us assume that the clerks in God's domain are as efficient as those who are here on earth. In that case there is a high probability that his record keeping is less than useful and he has actually discovered that the day of my demise (no doubt written into the book at the very beginning) was somehow overlooked. Like any good functionary he wants to keep his job and so has utilised one of the time honoured tactics of all good bureaucrats and found a way to "cover his arse". In short, there is a good chance that his error may not be discovered for some time. This means of course that my being alive at present is merely a clerical error and I hope that this is ONE clerical error that is not discovered for some time.

Alas, I suspect that God also has auditors and so one day it is likely that the error will be found and I will be for the high jump. Of course there is the remote hope that I can have an opportunity to plead my case and suggest that since I was not dispatched at the correct time it is the clerk who should be punished and not me - so could I please have a new demise date set?

My next hope then is that as on earth so it is in heaven and the bureaucracy will grind exceedingly slowly and I will have yet more time on this mortal coil.

One of the advantages of having reached the status of a sound middle manager in a large bureaucracy I know how to make it function for me. It can be speeded up if you know how and of course it can be slowed down.

In my case it is painfully obvious that what I want to achieve is for the first time in my life to make the bureaucracy as slow and useless as possible as this will be to my advantage.

Let's hope that I succeed, because then you can read more of my diatribes on this subject over time.