A government officer, how do I suppose to react on that?

In these few posts, I'll be 'rapelling' (yesyes, bahasa gw berantakan, I know... I know...) my stories a few decades ago, hehe... Just found the time to upload them...

I went to have ceremony in my new office on 3 december 2008. After,,, hmm,, 5 years not standing in the middle of a field staring at the honoured red and white cloth raised on the pole, it took me a lot of effort not to get out of the line (yes, mates... we even lined for god's sake!) and run like a maniac towards the ceremony inspector (which happens to be the public work minister, Djoko Kirmanto) just so I can stop this two hours ceremony (I repeat it's TWO hours ceremony! darn...) and sent back home to the mental hospital because I'm too sane in this insane condition, haha.
I just can't believe I was there, wearing white long sleeve shirt, black skirt, and a 'proper' shoes (yes, apparently, my sneakers would just have to go,,, and patheticly, I only got a pair of what so called proper shoes). and saying the oath of Korps PEGAWAI REPUBLIK INDONESIA... owmaigatowmaigatowmaigat... Why does it have to be like that anyway? Now I get it why my friends told me to get away from the government office jobs, at least until I've loose the childish part of me. Being a government officer means being in the office by 7.30 and go home by 5. Same routine five days a week,,,, without having any critical deadline or I-swear-he-would-kill-me-if-I-don't-finish-this boss or having the feeling of being in a state of hangover without dealing with drugs or alcohol, just simply because you haven't sleep for 3 days and the whole office would just let you be if you took a day off and hibernate... During my college time, I experienced that. And it's hard to change those routines... I even enjoyed not sleeping and feeling like my whole body is on a conspiracy of killing me just to make my work on time, not in time...
It's kinda ironic, I know... parents all over the world (oops, I mean all over INDONESIA), when they saw their children not having sleep for days would just say that what we do is not worthed. But it's not the dying-young experience that made us keep on going, it's the feeling of being proud we could present the maximum drawings to our client, right? well, at least architects would say yes on that... And my sleeping dawn waking up by day would just have to drop right here, right now... I can not sleep at 2 and woke up at 7 anymore... By that time, I'd be late...
Or... I could just sleep inside my working lot, in my office? blah... it's a government office, I am talking about, rite? then I must be kidding if I say I'd stay in my cublicle... wait2... do they even have cubicles? aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh............
ahh, that's it for now... I'll tell you more later... fuhh, just got back in Solo, from jakarta... let's just have some nice rest...