Oh Hale the Weekend!

So I am still at work... contemplating ways of taking a break from the monotonous typing... I decide to write out my next blog post. Similar to my previous post... the format is the mail I wrote out to my friends, followed my the post itself. Enjoy.

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Dear creatures…
Attached is an updated blog from the land of the dim-witted.
Enjoy
- Person from the dim-witted land
PS: I am in a weird mood… don’t ask… I think it is the lack of sugar.

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Right then, it is the weekend… and my right eye is red and watery after all PC staring. I am thoroughly bored from all the secretarial work given to me. No, I am grateful that I am not sitting in the middle of the room twiddling my thumbs but typing out 262 pages of tables from the Hazard and Effects Management Register is a pain. 52 pages down… infinity left to go.

It seems the burping situation in room 607 has increased exponentially. It was amusing at first (don’t ask me why), but now… I feel like puking. I swear it is like an orchestra. And I get the feeling that them gas balls are forced out, which is annoying me further. Moreover, people pretend as though it is like an everyday routine… no ‘Oops sorry for that’ or ‘excuse me’ or *cough cough* nothing that would depict a slight sense of proper comportment… just *burp* and *sounds of fingers hitting the keyboard*

I will be probably shifted from the 6th floor all the way down to the 4th. The funny thing is I exit The Room of Eternal Burps only to enter The Room of Eternal Stench. I guess it serves me right for making fun of Kaneeza’s pantry space. In my defense she sits on a drain… who can resist?!

Just when I thought I couldn’t get more stupid, I do something to prove my self wrong. In the morning today, I go to the first floor by stairs to drop of a tiny present for a friend. After running my little errand, I think to my self: ‘I walked one flight of stairs; I might as well climb another couple flights’. By the time I reached the 4th floor I wanted to shoot myself in the head. I reached the 6th floor panting as though I ran a 500 meter marathon. Anyhow, I walk the lobby partially dazed and partially thinking “Oh! You are so stupid” I reach my room and see Badar, my colleague, all nice and fresh.
With a friendly smile he says: “Kyia hal hai?” which I guess is “How are you?”
Me, still in agony from my dim-witted act, I say “I am panting”
The poor boy sat there staring and probably realizing that I am literary a freak of nature. I don’t blame him.

Note to self: Never listen to yourself. You end up conjuring ridiculous ideas and wind up wanting to hit yourself really hard so as to not repeat the same damn thing again.

The Petro-effect

So for the past week I have been bored to death at work. So, what I do is I write down my entry at work. Then I send it to my friends at work... as an attempt to salvage them from utter boredoem. This is what I wrote in my mail to them. Following that is my blog entry.

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Right… yesterday I heard my presence was missed in the usual volley of emails. On demand… here is my blog entry for today… amendments may be made later if I am in the mood and if the person behind me stops burping.

Later

Comments are welcome.
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Today must be the most boring day ever. I have absolutely nothing to do. So I figured keeping my self occupied will be an optimum way of keeping myself wake. I go to the eBMS (an online database of procedures and design guides for Petrofac), and I start writing what ever definitions I can find on to my little blue book. Feels like university all over again. *humph*

I brought my music with me today. I thought that would help. Apparently Petrofac seems to expunge and joy left in rudimentary leisure techniques. I realized listening to Rock music at a notch above the Mute level… doesn’t really work. Rock is supposed to be heard at an ear deafening level. *humph*

So right now, my sulky mood has increased from the plain sullenness to a much more elevated version of grumpiness. I know it will escalate to eventual anger. Don’t know me how a sulky mood equates to anger. Thus for all you people out there, stay clear the bleck lady is ticked! *pissed off look* oh and the usual *gangster-like menacing expression*

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The Wrath of the Boss

Alright…so early in the morning my boss comes into the office with a pissed off expression. Me… being the naïve little girl, thought that it was a personal thing. Anyhow, a couple of my colleagues thought that he was very stern today too. The poor man must be having a bad day. Anyhow, it seems that his mood has passed on to me… except for the sternness… I am so not in the mood of anything.

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Humor in Uniform

Right… it is the beginning of the day. 10:05 AM… and I have absolutely nothing to do. I was sitting at my desk reading the latest IKEA catalogue and I figured out that I am the only girl in the room… reading something recreational... hell I am the only girl in the room... this is uni all over again. I have never felt more girly in my whole life.

My life, since my last post has been a rollercoaster. There have been more downs than ups… to spare myself from the frequent depression I shall steer clear from reiterating the downs and reminding myself of the disaster that is my life, so far.

Right then… my non personal life… my work… yes I have no social life whatsoever… so go tile the sea! My work involves basically sitting at my desk… mailing my friends. I am missing my colleague Badar. His was the only familiar face in my room. Other than that… I sit at work… literally doing nothing. Everyone else can play games except for me…*humph* I have absolutely no privacy in my room.

Titbits:

The guy sitting behind me was humming ‘Kabhi Kabhi mere dill me’ early in the morning. He is no nightingale and my cup of caffeine wasn’t working.

I plan to use my office drawer as a grocery shop. Currently it has packets of Nascafe, a packet of Ass-wipes with Aloe and Willowing Herbs; good for the skin… it has a hand cream, a hand sterilizer, 10 Kit-kats, 8 Mamoul Buiscuits. ( 2 in every packet) and some odd sweets including Polo… oh and Gum… Spout and Wriggles Extra (sugar free). The shop is going to be called Michael Vartan Grocery. :-)

The guy who sits in front of me has hairy legs… he needs to consider waxing… or he should pull up his socks… a very disturbing view, I must say. I think all guys should wax.

The same dude answers his calls with “Yes Boss!”

The dude behind me… pronounces ‘office’ as… ‘Offish’ I will bust out laughing the next time I hear it.

Kaneeza’s table is in the pantry. Her seat is above the drain :-). She got the best seat in the house!



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All in the days work

Right now, I am at work… and trying to procrastinate… ok… not trying… more like I am procrastinating. Don’t blame me… so this is like my fourth day at work. I have been sitting and reading since morning… I am supposed to be reading for 9 hours. Any how, think my boss thinks I am a nut job. I wouldn’t blame him after yesterday’s mini fiasco.

So this is what happened:
I go to this dude called Raj Kochar. He is heading the safety formalities at a project called Harweel. Now, the dude knows I am an Electrical Engineer working in the H.S.E. Dept. so he thinks teaching me something called ‘Area Classification’ is a good start because it has something to do with electrical components. He taught me very briefly, yet very vividly. (I think he is in the wrong profession…AUS could use people like him). So, I ended up with a big fat file and a lot of papers with which I was told to ‘go through’. I sulk all the way to my desk (which isn’t really mine though) and I propped my head on my hands trying to recollect myself. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, my boss, Graham, walks in and says ‘So you are bored huh?’ With out thinking (as usual… me and my big mouth) I say ‘Yes, absolutely’. One thing leads to another and I tell him what happened with Raj. To this he promptly responded ‘let me call Raj’ and he starts walking away. I, being the idiotic retard that I am, run after the boss, screaming “NO ,NO” and waving my arms like a complete lunatic. I end up jumping into his office and waving my hands in front of his fone so that he doesn’t call the Raj dude… oh… why cant I just be normal!

Right then… for the first three days at Petrofac, I did nothing… I sat and heard people going on and on and on and on…. (and it goes on) about Petrofac and the particular departments in too much detail. The three days lead to a very numb butt and mind irritating crap. Then I started my first day at work. I do nothing. I sit and stare at the walls. A colleague of mine, Badar, introduced me to whoever was in the department. Most of whose names I don’t remember. Now, Badar, is an AUS graduate from Environmental Science… pretty cool guy and the latest to know about my babe plan. I don’t think he understood it though… since I was panting the whole time because I ran up 3 flights of stairs. Don’t ask me why. Just don’t.

Oh btw, I think it is world burping day today. I just heard the 5th person burp.

Oh a happier note… Happy Birthday Bajaj! U little terrorist you!

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Tagged by The Hem

I am thinking about...
how well I will be in my new job… my future…

I said...
things before I thought about them… have regretted most of them.

I want to...
turn back the hands of time and play my cards differently.

I wish...
I was really small… I wouldn’t think and worry as much as I do now. I wish I had a freaking clue about what is happening around me. I wish I had control.

I miss...
my childhood… my grandparents… my friends.

I hear...
everything but I pretend to be deaf… works out pretty well I must say :-)

I wonder...
what is going to happen to the people who I love and how I will cope with whatever happens

I regret...
doing a lot of things in my life… I am so surprised that I haven’t been admitted into a mental institution because of depression arisen from guilt.

I am...
trying very hard not to complain a lot and be sensitive.

I dance...
in my room, with the doors locked, playing loud music pretending I am a movie star.

I sing...
in the shower… with my eyes closed holding an imaginary mic. My dad has to bang the door pleading me to stop singing.

I cry...
occasionally… when I am really depressed and things are out of hand… No I am not a sissy.

I am not always...
the smartest or the wisest. In fact I am never those no matter how hard I try. Tsk tsk.

I write...
in my head… but hardly ever on paper or Ms Word.

I confuse...
my right and left… my sisters... words… hell… I confuse everything with things that aren’t even related.

I need...
to stop worrying so much about everyone and what they think.

I should try...
to make my Babe Plan be a success…. Lord knows when that will happen!

I finish...
nothing…. Oh what do you know… My blog post is done!

Tags: ALi, Fatima, Quadir

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