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?