A perfect start to the week!


It took about 38 Megatonnes of will and 5 snoozes on the alarm and 2 phone calls to make me lumber myself out of bed today, limp towards the bathroom, spend a rather unsuccessful 15 minutes there, and treat myself with a bone-chilling bath at 3 am in the morning. Am no masochist, mind you, all this because Sydney runs four and half hrs ahead of us. And my client happens to be there.

So I drive 27 kms to office, kill two toads and almost kill a cyclist on the road, sing aloud with Alanis Morissette to keep myself from dozing off while driving, reach a deserted and ghostly looking office (duh! I need more choices in life, I sure do) and wonder why there aint been a call on my mobile yet, despite I being 10 minutes late for the meeting...I will most surely sleep off in the meeting, coz I was late to bed yesterday, after having a rather harrowing experience in trying to reach home in an overcrowded KSTRC superfast. With all this conflicting deliberations in my mind, I open my calendar, to discover that the 5-day early-morning exercise planned for this week is from Tuesday to Saturday, not Monday to Friday!

Amen!

Comments

SNM said…
OMG! Thats devastating! How could you forgive yourself?
2:31 PM
Unknown said…
By writing a post abt it! :D
4:50 AM
Anonymous said…
That doesn't sound like your planet :)
-n
4:41 AM
Anonymous said…
My sympathies...Luv the pic btw .
7:46 AM
Unknown said…
n : O pls! Anything but Sympathy!
10:42 AM
Mrs. Dalloway said…
Kashtam! :(

I've done something on the other side though. I've made my client come in to work early- accidently of course! The poor fellow came in at 5 in the morning coz of an interview I'd scheduled! I was quite belligerent when he told me, "Excuse me if I sound a tad sleepy. Its very early out here."

And I thought, "Yeah yeah! We stay late n wake up early to accomodate you guys. Once in a while if you come in to work at 8, it isn't that big a deal!"

I should have stopped with my assumptions. I extended it a bit n asked him, "Would you want to grab something to eat and then talk?"

He said, "I don't have much of an appetite at 5 in the morning my girl!"

That's when I almost died in horror!
4:43 PM
rākeśvara said…
Oh that sucks big time dude. So u dozed off at office? Must be. I would have atleast.
3:44 AM
Anonymous said…
okies ..i retract the sympathies
:P
6:52 AM
Unknown said…
poornima :He he!

Still I think the phirangis really do make a fuss about it when they have to accomodate a bit of wee hours.

raka :U bet!

~n :Thank you! :)
9:54 AM
Anonymous said…
ouch... and then wat did u do? besides cursing everything in the vicinity that is...
7:45 PM
Unknown said…
Hey max, thanks for dropping by. I did the most reasonable thing to do. I slept.
11:29 AM
Anonymous said…
Do, Mr B, am here after ages and has this place changed. That is SO SAD! Okay no sympathies pakshe really!
11:46 PM
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