6 packed disaster!

So yesterday I went to see "Little Zizou". Having quite a few EXTREMELY close Parsi mad friends, I could totally relate to the movie and loved every second of it 'cuz it was reflecting each and every1 of my friends' characters. The acting was brilliant, the movie was light and fun. It had a strong message to it. Do see it. Yeah I am writing about it NOW 'cuz movies release a leetle (Read: agonizingly) late here, you see.

So I am digressing from the topic. After that I went grocery shopping for the house. Came back home. Had loads of packets in my hand. One dropped. The one which had to drop was the one with SIX BLOODY EGGS. I HAVE dropped 'em before but they have never broken EVER. But yesterday, the floor did not spare EVEN one of them. Can you believe my luck? Thank god they were packed. Anyway, had nice scrambled eggs for dinner.

And so it continues.....

Yeah you must have read my post on Monday morning and probably related to or laughed at me. At least I made your day. So on Tuesday I got yelled at again. I am forgetting for what actually and after having a hearty (read: really bad) lunch, I was walking towards the office when all of a sudden I was seeing the ceiling. Ya know, when it happens when you fall and for a moment you do not realize it. So I was flat on my back and had done this skid which would have put those Chinese gymnasts to shame. A couple of chefs were around and this guy with whom I had had a fight. So that tiny little guy came running to pick up the big ol' me. Obviously, being the woman that I am I refused his help, got up, said I am fine, walked towards the elevator and buried my face in my hands. So now my left shoulder refuses, simply REFUSES to move. Guess the whole 1000000 tons of my body weight had fallen on that.

This does not end here. Today being a Wednesday I got yelled at again.

I THINK I have had better days but somehow cannot recollect when. I wonder why.

A cliched Monday morning (snore)

Well I had the BEST weekend ever! Mum dad were in town, I got to stay in the hotel (dad was not happy with the hotel FYI, I don't blame him tho) and mum n I went to Salar Jung Museum and it was too good. Just one Nizam's minister's collection. How much money did those people have in those days? OR How cheap were things? Stupid inflation and recession. Anyway on Saturday I went for my sister's graduation. She was in ISB people! (yeah I like to brag about it, so?). Anyway, come Sunday and my family (all 3 of em!!!) had to depart. Yeah i cried a few silent tears, but then packed my Mc Donalds burger and a chocolate shake and braved the world.

So Monday morning was terrible. Got up a leetle late. Sort of burnt one side of my toast, coffee was all powdery. Then was running around. My friend was holding the elevator and some guy was yelling to shut it downstairs. So I ran till the door when realized I had forgotten to wear my blazer, ran back, sprayed perfume and wore it and ran towards the elevator. A grumpy guy got in. He screamed at this woman who was on the 1st floor waiting for the elevator and asked her to use the stairs. One milk guy took one look at him on the 3rd floor and ran for the stairs. Anyway we were running towards the hotel (Monday morning meetings are terrible, I'd rather be stuck in a walk in freezer with no electricity than face the wrath). I entered the office and guess what I realize? I put one ballerina on my right foot and one peep toe in my left foot! No wonder I was feeling funny while walking. And I couldn't do anything. So I had to be that way for the first half till one of my other friends got my other shoe from the house. And after the meeting I was called to my Dir's office. I had pissed off my IT manager A LOT apparently last week when I asked him very sternly to kindly not be rude to me and to talk to me properly. So he went on to my ID saw what all facebook sites and google sites I have been on and mailed me marking a copy to my Dir of Sales, HR and Finance. So all in all it was the perfect Monday morning. What more could I ask for?

What a random day

I am alone in the office right now. Actually with a friend of mine. No, not because I am early (I never am, you see) but because everyone's gone for a meeting and at least two people have to be in the department. What if an annoying guest calls up early in the morning? Someone should be around, right? Yes, hotels make me cynical. And a sadist. Anywho, mom dad are coming tomorrow to the city 'cuz it is my sister's graduation and its her last few days in Hyderabad + they need to see the dump I live in. Yes, this city makes me cynical. And a sadist (evil laugh).

My mind is not working at all. I think I am gonna end up with a lock jaw or something if I dont stop yawning right now. Got up early today for a walk you see. (What? It is the truth)