office stuff...

A few days ago, I had to confess to my team that I'd found my name listed in the infamous Civil Service Final List Lucky Draw. And that meant I'd be leaving soon for greener(?) pastures. They looked at me with shock, disgust and communicated a thick sense of betrayal for about a full minute. And then all hell broke loose. I was chided for not sharing the 'good news' earlier, asked to concoct a 60X40 site out of thin air, offered the assistance of a 'PA' and got two marriage offers all in the next half hour. Things have now pretty much settled down. I still haven't told my lunch-mates about the 'IT'. I hate the attention. And the frequent requests for treats. I am miserly to the core and don't spend pretty much on anything, and certainly not on others. And since I've blown my entire first month salary on the Sony Handycam DCR-SR68 and owe the major part of my second month salary to my current roommate, ex-roommate, swimming instructor, canteen guy, father, old classmate, new colleague and a just a few more people, the 't' word just makes me mad as a... as a... you know, something really, really mad.

I took to writing this between coding in VBA for a Japanese scorecard. My brain freezes at the sight of all those lines of code every 57minutes and I need some distraction. My team, which provides enough of that, has left for the day and I'm left with just a bag of banana chips which smell of hair oil, a bottle of water and a luke warm, biodegradable, disposable cup of repeatedly boiled over tea. Oh, and a recent discovery of around 200 movies which I'm greedily topping my laptop with. Not a bad place to be stuck in actually.... ;-)