My Sad 2012 Beginning

I have been sick for the past four days. Too much fun in Goa has caught me (actually, it was the ill-fated train ride back where I was shivering the whole night without a blanket that nailed the coffin). Anyways, so I thought here is a chance to capitalize on my sickness, bunk office and laze around for some more time. The thing with Goa is that even though you stayed there for just a day, you are infected with the whole holiday cheer; it makes you want to do things that you wouldn’t normally think of (like going for a heritage walk when you are sick and march for three straight hours).

As fate has it, both my managers were conspiring against me, as VS, the analyst AKA the-only-guy-i-talk-to-in-my-office says, they are like hell hounds sent from the netherworld to hunt us down. He keeps sending me stuff like this on my messenger while we are supposed to be working and I burst out laughing in front of my manager. It is absolutely hilarious if only he was not the guy who is going to give us an appraisal.

Anyways back on track, so I got stuck in office, poor sick me wearing sweaters and sitting near the projector which doubled up as a space heater with its fans sending out much needed hot breeze. We had a client meeting on Thursday which meant that I would be living in my office till then. So I did, but my manager decided that half a day is too less time to woo the client, so we took over their conference trying to “brain storm” and come up with better concepts the whole day. Sub-text translation: We were sitting there discussing this app called my fitness pal which led to another talk about jogging where I promptly switched my brain off (how long can you take it when two guys are discussing the pros and cons of eating one extra roti a day!). Apparently it went on for about an hour, where there were intense debates about the perfect speed for jogging.  My poor client was sending tea and snacks to help us “think”.

It all was nice and sundry till then because my manager generally takes off to Cochin (he is based out of there) after these meeting, so we generally slack off. But this time, he dint instead he calls me up 8 in the morning the next day to tell me to get my ass back in office ASAP. So, I had be there in office at like 9 in the morning for one whole week!

In the meantime P has transformed into this emo chick who listens to uber-romantic songs. I made a mistake of going to her place to get my dinner fix only to get stuck for eons watching one song after another on YouTube! What’s it with people in love!! It’s like everybody around me have conspired and decided they will act all lovey-dovey at a precise moment. It’s the same with my roommate, she keeps disappearing for days and comes back home with a dopey look on her face.  I am scared to even imagine how February is going to be like.

But I have my sanity intact (or maybe not because S thinks I am going crazy because I am listening to way too much of Edith Piaf, apparently that’s a sign of serious depression!). I might be heading there because I am on my way to Hyderabad. Finally, the dreaded trip. I have to go before my parents decide to surprise me here in Mumbai. I guess a swift kick is what I need to get out of these mean reds which have been haunting me for the past few months.