Anne tried to feed it fish food. However, the fish food is bigger than the fish itself. And it shrank to the bottom of the tank, visibly frightened. I can't help but remember Nemo. This fish is so like Nemo.
By the end of the day, Anne, Jane, Aiman and I were crowding at the fish tank, looking at the horribly terrified Nemo (I decided to call it Nemo). I have to do something. The fish is clearly not eating anything that we feed it, so I want to give it the dried worms we have at home for our fish. I decided to put the fish in a flask. In that way, I can bring it back home and try to feed it. The fish is thoroughly traumatized and the sight is a distress to me. I never liked cruelty of any sorts. I am beginning to hate whoever brought the fish in and then subsequently forgot to feed it.
In case any of you wondered how today had gone by, I have this conclusion. It's been wacky. I've been scolded since morning, and by afternoon, I got so tired of it that I don't care anymore. Thus, I began to divert my attention to a little, frightened and traumatized fish which is currently swimming at the bottom of my flask.
The Sales Manager, on his way out, probably thought that I've gone bonkers coz I talked to my flask. To my surprise, I noticed that I am not feeling pressurized anymore. Nemo seems to need looking after, and I am not feeling victimized anymore, but feeling more like a protector.
I'm not asking much. I just want to be understood. If I can't get this, then I will seek to understand. Someone else. Like Nemo, for instance. No point in getting hurt, isn't it?