Working on Sunday is like your mom making you eat vegetables. You don’t want to do it but you have to because you have been ordered to do so. I am working on a project whose deadline was Monday and will be completed on Tuesday. I didn’t told the project manager that the project won’t be finished on Monday because if you tell your manager while joining the team that we will miss the deadline he tells you after missing the deadline that we missed the deadline because you were unmotivated.
On Sunday I was in bad mood. I had just come to know that my colleagues don’t appreciate my sense of humor and it was end of the world for me or at least indication to keep mum when I wished to enlighten people around with me with my expert comments.
One to the worst things of my office is that it doesn’t have a dress code. This means every morning after having bath I need to check which t-shirt I didn’t wear yesterday. Since my office doesn’t have a dress code and on Sunday only my team was going to attend office, I decided to go to office in sleepers. You have to appreciate the ingenious way I come up to avoid washing my socks.
I reached office, found that I was the first team member in office and started working. It was not something I wanted to do but I had to because that’s why I was in office. The more I delayed working the more late I will have to work to achieve the deadline. I worked for few minutes and realized that for me work is like worship. I attend poojas only for eating prasad and office only for paychecks.
To enjoy work and take my mind off it I decided to listen to radio. There is something magical about good music. It allows you to do menial work without cribbing much about it. I listened to the radio as my team members walked in office, wished me good morning and started working. I wanted to reply to their good morning wishes with good morning but I didn’t because it wasn’t a good morning.
We worked and chatted the whole day. I tried to ignore the colleague whom I had overheard on Saturday telling another colleague that she wished that hadn’t joined the team. Most of the communication I had with her was official and the only unofficial conversation we had during the whole day was when she asked me why I am pissed off. I wanted to forward her my blog link but that would have pissed her off. So I told I am not pissed off. I was just listening to radio.
Since the colleague wasn’t listening to radio she had no idea that only in India a radio could replace TV. After all, only in India radio carries as many ads as there are on TV. She ignored my reply and asked why I was behaving strangely. I told her I was not. She told me I was a very bad actor and there was something really wrong. There was no need for her to give me her expert comment. I already know I am a bad actor. I have tried several times but failed while trying to act smart.
The colleague told me if there was a problem I could tell her and if there was not then to put a smile on my face. I told her I cannot smile today because I am working on a Sunday. She was satisfied with my reply and went back to enjoy her work.
Yesterday while working I was talking with the senior manager that sits next to my comp and heads the project on which I am currently working. The senior manage was telling me about her cubicle blues and a colleague interpreted the conversation without apologizing. She told the senior manager not to talk much with me because I put everything on my blog.
The colleague knew about my blog because long time back we both had a conversion that went into my blog. I forwarded my blog link thinking she would appreciated how funny I was and today she extracted her revenge by telling me how stupid I was.
The senior manager asked me whether I had a blog. I told her yes I did. She then asked did I put whatever happens in office in it. I told her yes I did. She told me to give her the link of my blog and I said no. I had to. My user id is cubicile_blues and giving link of my blog to a senior manager would have been like signing off my resignation letter.
To sum up
I don’t think I will ever become mature. Most of my friends tell me they were born rebel but I am sure I was born as a child.
On Sunday I was in bad mood. I had just come to know that my colleagues don’t appreciate my sense of humor and it was end of the world for me or at least indication to keep mum when I wished to enlighten people around with me with my expert comments.
One to the worst things of my office is that it doesn’t have a dress code. This means every morning after having bath I need to check which t-shirt I didn’t wear yesterday. Since my office doesn’t have a dress code and on Sunday only my team was going to attend office, I decided to go to office in sleepers. You have to appreciate the ingenious way I come up to avoid washing my socks.
I reached office, found that I was the first team member in office and started working. It was not something I wanted to do but I had to because that’s why I was in office. The more I delayed working the more late I will have to work to achieve the deadline. I worked for few minutes and realized that for me work is like worship. I attend poojas only for eating prasad and office only for paychecks.
To enjoy work and take my mind off it I decided to listen to radio. There is something magical about good music. It allows you to do menial work without cribbing much about it. I listened to the radio as my team members walked in office, wished me good morning and started working. I wanted to reply to their good morning wishes with good morning but I didn’t because it wasn’t a good morning.
We worked and chatted the whole day. I tried to ignore the colleague whom I had overheard on Saturday telling another colleague that she wished that hadn’t joined the team. Most of the communication I had with her was official and the only unofficial conversation we had during the whole day was when she asked me why I am pissed off. I wanted to forward her my blog link but that would have pissed her off. So I told I am not pissed off. I was just listening to radio.
Since the colleague wasn’t listening to radio she had no idea that only in India a radio could replace TV. After all, only in India radio carries as many ads as there are on TV. She ignored my reply and asked why I was behaving strangely. I told her I was not. She told me I was a very bad actor and there was something really wrong. There was no need for her to give me her expert comment. I already know I am a bad actor. I have tried several times but failed while trying to act smart.
The colleague told me if there was a problem I could tell her and if there was not then to put a smile on my face. I told her I cannot smile today because I am working on a Sunday. She was satisfied with my reply and went back to enjoy her work.
Yesterday while working I was talking with the senior manager that sits next to my comp and heads the project on which I am currently working. The senior manage was telling me about her cubicle blues and a colleague interpreted the conversation without apologizing. She told the senior manager not to talk much with me because I put everything on my blog.
The colleague knew about my blog because long time back we both had a conversion that went into my blog. I forwarded my blog link thinking she would appreciated how funny I was and today she extracted her revenge by telling me how stupid I was.
The senior manager asked me whether I had a blog. I told her yes I did. She then asked did I put whatever happens in office in it. I told her yes I did. She told me to give her the link of my blog and I said no. I had to. My user id is cubicile_blues and giving link of my blog to a senior manager would have been like signing off my resignation letter.
To sum up
I don’t think I will ever become mature. Most of my friends tell me they were born rebel but I am sure I was born as a child.
