Office Bitch..

I have come to a conclusion, coming to the office in a stupendously good mood is the sign of an ill omen, a sign of impending doom if one can put it that way.

Like take today for example, I came to the office in a kick ass mood, the weather was really good but unfortunately everything else turned out to be quite the other way. My normally understanding boss, called me 20 mins after i hit my desk and blasted at me.. i believe the poor guy was stuck in traffic and had to go to a meeting so for the day i was to be his scape goat. Then as the day trudged on, we has about 3 arguments, a sure shot sign of a day not headed the way i thought it would. Work just kept on piling up more and more so, till it became a whirlpool that tried to suck me to the dark side. The comp has been crashing for the past 2 hrs now, and i have a annoyingly small file that otherwise would be completed in 15 mins, but no, since its a conspiracy of cosmic proportions, i have a jack ass of an Art Director (yeah rite!) who just cant seem to get it right! And you know just how bad this day (more like evening now) is... the coffee machine is out of coffee.. well now its 9.45 in the evening, I have been at work for more than 12 hrs, slaving in front of the screen and typing away non stop (no, you boobs, not on my blog, but reports and briefs) and as luck would have it, i still have no idea when i will be done... plus now i am feeling hungry as well......

The Bucketlist...

Before one starts jumping to conclusions, no i am not a 60 year old - just diagnosed with a fatal disease - frustrated - counting his days man... I am talking about the wish list that I am sure each and everyone of has or had at one point of life, but its been shelved in a far recess of the mind, gradually collecting dust till its nothing but fanciful thinking of a wistful mind.

Well I do have a bucket list as well, and I have taken a firm standing on ticking off the check boxes as soon an opportunity presents itself.

So as luck would have it, work's been going good, slowly am settling into a regime of my own and finding out bits of time post work (even if post work means 11 pm!). Hence, my latest endeavor... just brought myself a sweet 6 String Archtop Guitar with an inbuilt pick up (am i showing off already, my limited knowledge??). So now the mission at hand is looking for a good guitar tutor to help me start off and downloading as much info I can off the net to give a boost to the ugly sounds that my unfortunate parents are going to be subject to for the next few months...

Typos..

Chat is my primary means of communication with friends, colleagues, family and annoying cousins, and its something i firmly defend by way of excuses like "Market research, finding out effectiveness of electronic media in communication..". What can i say, I seem to have taken the art of making excuses to a new level..

There are downsides to chatting all day, apart from Carpal-Tunnel Syndrome (for my un-enlightened friends, its when your wrist pains like a bitch cause you have spent too much time chatting with me). I tend to make typos. Some typos are innocuous. But some promote profound misunderstanding of my character, along with drawing a few laughs. I was fortunate enough to save some of the biggest typos I did (so that I can use them on a lazy monday, when i realize that I havent posted a blog for quite some time).

I would like to vindicate myself of some of the unflattering impressions I may have created.

• I may have rooted for a specific body part of yours (go tit), but I just meant to say I got it.

• I may have accidentally made sexist comments about random women, (I like her butt), but it was a simple case of an extra “t”. I meant to say “I like her, but….”

• I may have insulted popular people (He is retarded as an authority), I just have regard for them

• I may have sounded like I was bagging quickies in the middle of the afternoon at work, (back in a sex) but I was just taking a break for a “sec” (without sex, of course)

• I may have spread vile office rumors about my superiors (he has 20 people blow him). I meant to say that guy has 20 people below him.

• Just because the PCI port seems to take anything in it, I might have sounded like I was insulting it (stick it in the PCI slut), but I just meant slot

• I may have asked you to do nasty things to your monitor (Did you tryc licking on the icon). I hope you didn’t try that. Just click on the icon.

• I may have sounded like I was asking for sexual favors (Can you do me). I was not. At least, not in this instance. It was just an eager-enter syndrome. I pressed enter before typing “a favor”