Men are Jealous

Apparently people have a problem with my table being so clean. I don’t know why? It is MY table. I sit at it. I clean it up. I guess it is because the men at 402 are jealous. For two reasons:
1- Because I am bleck (yes, that is my retort to everything)
2- Because of their innate inability to keep things clean.
3- Because I am a feminist and all guys suck anyways ( yes I know, I said 2 reasons… this is the third hidden reason)

A conversation regarding my table took place the other day:

Dudes at 402: Why is your desk so clean, always?
Me: *dumbfounded* *hiding the ass-wipe that I was using to clean my desk* Ummm, .. becausI clear it up at the end of the day.
Dudes at 402: You should have more papers scattered on your desk, it makes it look as though you have work.
Me: *thinking to my self… OMG! Am I actually hearing this?*

The next day onward I started spreading all my scrap paper around my table. Most of the files and papers that contribute to the work done on the project don’t belong to me. It is supposed to be for this other dude whose table is swamped with piles of A3 sheets at least 3 feet high. Since my table is …. spacious… it is dumped on it. None the less, I acted very ethically and used his stuff and spread it differently, every day, all over my table.

Yesterday, I couldn’t take the mess any more so I started clearing up my table. When I was leaving for the day, I hear this as a response for my “Bye”… “Your table is clean again”

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Regarding the dude who has 3 feet high A3 sheets… I think he is possessed.

While doing is his work, he speaks to himself. Now, I used to find that funny and amusing until I caught myself doing the same. Moreover, one day, before the revelation of my Talking While Working Syndrome, I was at my mom’s work place. I was with her for almost 2 hours and I noticed that she would do the same. Talk to her self, even when she had clients at her desk.

Me: Ma, you should stop doing that
Mom: What?
Me: Talking to yourself while you are working… I make fun of people like you.

Little did I know, two weeks from that day, I would end up laughing at my self. Wait, I normally laugh at myself, but … you know what I am saying right?

Whenever you talk to the dude with the 3 foot stack of papers, you end up in a very awkward position. While/ after, you speak to him, he closes his eyes and moves his eyeballs… very freaky. Then once you are done with whatever you have to say… and God forbid, if it is a question, you have to sit and think whether he is in the REM stage of his sweet slumber or whether he mimicking The Exorcist just to freak the living crap out of you.

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About two weeks ago I stared watching Hindi movies. I watched Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. I think I have never cried so much before in my life! I watched it two times over the weekend and in both times, I found myself reaching for the nearest tissue box. The first time I saw it, I was watching the movie with my sister. Both of us pretended to be tough and emotionless… but I could hear her sob. Then at night, when every one was snoring around, I sit and watch it for the second time only to cry with my mouth wide open. A very senti film.

I then watched this movie called Saathyia. A tune of song, in that movie, doesn’t seem to leave my tiny brain. Anyhow, I cried in that movie too, but I didn’t quite bawl.

On other news, I have been making my Gal Pal (Ali) and my Poodle (Shiraz) mail me every day :) I had an email chat today with my Poodle, himself. I wub him :) *hug*

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The Environmental Group have gone to Crystal Plaza to practice on an induction presentation that needs to be given to employees of PIL. There was a glitch-up with the presentation file so I was called to transfer the file to the server, so that they could access it from Crystal Plaza

*Phone rings*

Me: [Thinking that it is one of my bored friends] Haaallooo
Lady: Tayseer, we need a favor from you… I am Blah Blah.
Me: [Embaressed] Oh… hi Blah Blah…
Lady: We are at Crystal Plaza and we need you to transfer a file from So-n-so’s PC.
Me: oh okie… let me go to her work place.
Lady: The files are in My Documents…

*Monitor is blank*
*Moving the mouse to out do the screen saver*
*Monitor is blank*
*Green light on the monitor is blinking*

Me: Umm… Did she shut down her PC?

{Now, I am not sure about what was actually said, but I understood it as follows}

Lady: [Talks to So-n-so ] One option could be to turn on the PC.
Me: You think? One option? You mean Only option.
Lady: [laughs] I think we are running out of options.

back from HELL: Spread the Blue