After two days I am back to office, back to my work, most amazingly back to writing. I am here to write for the third day. Wow, I guess as long as I am working here, out of sheer boredom, I will write something for the least to take my mind off things like credit, loan, import, export and taxes. No wonder people get so cranky after office hours. It's like a well-furnished jail with ACs. I wonder what will happen if they implement corporate rules in the jails, like wearing sickeningly formal clothes and sitting all day on a chair with a screen next to your nose. I haven't been to office for the last two days for cold. I caught cold in the office, from the cool breeze flowing out of the AC. I used to feel like I was sitting inside a very large refrigerator. I used to wrap my head with a fine shawl to avoid headache, but all these precautions couldn't save me, I fell ill. After getting back to office, I found some changes. The windows fitted in the ceiling were opened and blocked with paper to prevent the cold. Why on earth they didn't raise the temperature, one can only wonder. Besides me, four other persons have been affected by the cold, and lastly when one of the heads of the department fell ill, the remedy came. Now, gladly I can feel my hands and feet again. It's sad that he had to leave office today for extreme headache.
Been working for some times now, thought to take a break. I am working on a red file now. It's half done. Went to have a walk and chatted with the apus and vaias, answered their queries about facebook privacy settings, yahoo and live messenger settings. Next day I got to demonstrate the settings with a laptop.
Had lunch with them, pulling chairs out of the cubicles, in the middle of the walking space. Just got to know, we weren't supposed to eat here, in the working space. There is a separate eating space excluding the canteen in the upper floor.
It's 3-39 and I feel so sleepy and I can't remember whether I took my medicine or not. I even forgot to grab my lunch in the morning, after stepping out of the house I remembered my lunch-bag. Oh, why I can't remember the damn cold pills! I have a vague memory of swallowing the pills, but it could be today or could be yesterday. I mean, I walk around and get ready in the morning, while I am half asleep.
I think the file is done. Now, what? There are people from other departments, it won’t look good walking around, and people are working. You can’t trouble them just because you couldn’t keep your eyes open for 5 seconds consecutively.
Cinderella must have really dreaded the clock’s ticking away time and with each tick midnight was coming nearer. She must have so very wanted time going slower and spending as much time possible with her prince charming. I, myself, on the other hand, will welcome time flying by the next two hours. I want the clock to flash (as in digital, it does not tick) six as earnestly Cinderella didn’t want the clock to tick twelve.
It's nearly six, I just have to pass half an hour more. The key should be concentrating on something really, really well, so that you don't remember that your were waiting for something for the whole day.
Huiii.. I am about to leave!!!
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