Joblessness Is The Mother Of Acidity

July 14, 2006

An alarm goes off at morning seven thirty. God kill him who created an alarm clock, and God bless him who put the snooze feature in that, it lets me sleep the 'heavenly five minutes more'. After quick morning ablutions routine, a glass of milk and on the go marmalade sandwich, I catch the waiting cab. Hmph...finally I make it to office at nine. The cute, wrinkly elderly receptionist has a fruit basket with fresh fruits without which my never-full tummy keeps asking for more breakfast.

Yawning, I reach my desk. Open my inbox .Any mails/ comments for the blog? Aah...there they are, read the mails and reply if not forwards. Reply to the blog comments. Now, its 1030 hours and I see, I still am not asked to do anything. I slyly watch my manager from corner of my eye. He is checking his gmails and hotmails and trying to evade the eyes of his juniors. But my eyes catch it. Now, I come out of my compunction of not having any work for the day. In short, its a jobless day.

1045 hrs - First colleague pings from the floor above.
Colleague 1: Chal yaar chai peetey hain. (Come dude, let's have a tea)
Me: Beshak (Sure)

After 15 minutes of tea break which includes a walk around the campus with a hot cuppa espresso, I am set for the next 45 minutes of joblessness. Now, open the news sites. Read about the happenings in India and the rest of the world. Browse news sites to check whether or not Bombay is doing fine after the blasts and if Italians are still throwing pizza parties while French are banging their heads. Open browsers for regularly read blogs and DC.

11.30 hrs -
Colleague 2: Mate, wanna grab a cuppa?
Me: Okay, if u say so.

See, I am nice person. Never do I say 'nay' to anyone.
Another 10 minutes go in tea break, this time a hot chocolate.

1245 hrs -
Colleague 1 & 2: A coffee before the lunch?
Me: But of course...

1315 hrs -
Colleagues 1,2,3,4,5 - Lunch...?
Me: Anytime u say ppl !

After a lunch which again has an end with a coffee and a small stroll I am back in my seat. Three more coffee breaks, if not four, make their appearance between lunch and 1730 hrs. Then it strikes: Acidity. I cringe. Man, one more day of joblessness in office and my mammoth stomach can be reduced to ashes from inside by tsunami sized acid I think I shall stop coffee addiction.

A cry from the next workstation: Hey Din, Get up...wanna get a cuppa.
Me: Aah, okay..wait up..just finishing my blog..

(A day of joblessness...this was written when I was completely free in office and now as a punishment am deep in work, thus, free from acidity.)

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Joblessness Is The Mother Of Acidity


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July 14, 2006
02:07 PM


this reminded me of the time when that woman was....excuse me...have to go for cofee...


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