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The office being taken away from me was a good thing since now I’m sitting between Arbab bhai and Fahad bhai and I’m learning lots more than I was before.

Life iz gewd.

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My day is going bad. Not in a bad things are happening way, but in an I-didn’t-expect-this-to-happen way. Some days you’re just longing for the comfort of familiarity and life decides to shift into ultra bitch mode.

Remember that awesome little office I had all to myself? Yeah, it’s gone. I shouldn’t be pissed since I knew it was going to be taken away from me sooner or later but with it came a lot of comforts which sadly I’ll be giving up. Or. Have already given up.

I had to vacate it for the new GM Marketing. Which is awesome because, you know. It’s awesome just in case he’s reading this.

My secluded little corner offered me enough privacy to sip on orange juice all day. It gave me enough privacy to twitter away. It gave me enough privacy to plug in my earphones to the computer and listen to ‘Kollaveri Di’ without anyone judging me.

I’m reduced to an office chair and a shared PC with Arbab bhai now. He’s nice enough to let me use his system which is awesome. Also, he’s nice to me over all, which makes this transition easier. I think.

The IT department blocked Wifi to all of our mobile devices. Since my android is pretty useless without the internet, I carried my little worldcall router in my bag everyday and plugged it in without anyone (except a few people) knowing about it. I had to give the device to a coworker so that he connect it since I have been stripped off all sockets that were available to me -__-

AND. I dressed professionally to work every. Single. Frikkin. Day. Collared shirts and pants. I thought today, to welcome the winter, I should dress up in my smexy sweatshirt. After all, I had made enough of an impression on everyone there right? NO.

The GM Marketing has to start work on the day I’m wearing a grey comfy shirt which proudly flashes the words ‘I’m too sexy for my sweatshirt’ on it.

Anyways. I’m done ranting. Kal pehen lungi achay professional kapray.

P.S. He smells really good. The GM. And talks well too. Two signs of an educated person. Smell good and talk good. I’m doing a character assassination of my new boss. How kewlz. No homo sir. No homo. Just a bit of makhan, maybe. IF you ever read this.

KTHXBYE

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The first day of the last month of the most interesting year I’ve had in my life.

It’s going pretty shitty btw. Even when I downed a bottle of Starbucks’ frappuccino before going to work.

Isn’t it interesting that I drink extremely expensive coffee but travel in a rikshaw to work? That too a really effed up Rikshaw that used a plastic bottle in substitute for a petrol tank?

I would have made it to work faster if I walked.

I hate it when people leave. It’s a coworker’s last day at the office today and this sucks. I barely know him since like, two weeks. I hate getting all emo about everything.

Or maybe I’m just PMSing really bad. Whatever, go away now. Shoo.

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MA’s bff Rj Rafia Najam was on the morning show at Hum TV today. I went to the studio to meet her and met Navin too. Yeap, Navin from Hamsafar. I love Hamsafar. And I love Navin. Dammit. I should’ve gotten a picture with her. Me and mah ego. *Insert two choices from PTABannedList here*

Getting back to Rafia. She looked pretty hot and supermodel-ly. And she was nice too.

Speaking of nice. My boss properly introduced himself to me today. Yes. The same one. I managed to not pee in mah pants while this whole introductory conversation went down. It was cool I think. I remembered everything I’ve learnt in the past week and explained it to him quite efficiently. I think. A huge thanks to Arbab bhai and Sana here. My co workers who’ve been helping me learn things. ^_^

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My boss is really scary. I think I’ve said that earlier. But still. He must be acknowledged in every work related post. He is, very scary indeed. Think Rufus Scrimgeour. He fired someone today. The office was filled with a grim silence, occasionally broken by casual humour related to the incident. It’s true. Humour is the best solace. And shield.

I brought a very healthy lunch to the office today. Brown bread sandwich with pastrami chicken slices and a hint of mustard. Yum, no? NO. These guys were ordering burgers and I got… lured in. It’s sad because my diet’s been going pretty well. I looked decently professional in my work pants and blouse today. Must not become a land whale. Have to resist the enchantingly powerful seduction of ze beef burgher.

Lastly, the baby. Hassam. He’s the son of a co worker who works in the journalism department here. Mashallah, he’s the cutest and most well behaved kid I’ve seen. (Except that one kid who was riding with us on the greyhound from Ohio to Pennsylvania. That kid didn’t cry even once.) It’s amazing to see how this kid was born here, and is spending his most crucial development days here too. I realized this when today, for the very first time, he tried to sit up all my himself and everyone including the mother exclaimed with joy.

This kid is really lucky. Not only does he have superwoman as his mother, but a loving virtual family of professionals who care for him like their own. :’)

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The glee version of this song is now my ringtone. Go ahead. Judge me. Karo karo, mana nai karungi. Jitna judge karna hai karo.

This act of boldness has been inspired by my boss. He has the instrumental version of Chammak Challo as his ringtone. Really brings some zing into the office, it does. Makes me want to abandon work and start doing the double light bulb screw move.

Don’t be fooled though. He’s really effing intimidating. I’m really scared of him. He likes ripping people apart. Does it very efficiently. If he ever does it to me, I’ll probably pee in mah pantz. No, I might actually do that with a single murderous stare. Hmm. I think I need to go pee now.

Either that or icecream. I want icecream.

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AtSecond day of work. Things go from crazy wild to drastically boring in under five minutes here. It’s interesting.

The people here are really friendly and helpful. I can see that they’re really busy and engrossed in their work but they still take out the time to explain things to me as they go. One of my co workers gave me half of his desk yesterday. That was sweet

Today, I cleaned up this old desk in the other room, plugged in the computer and made it my very own room. Ironic isn’t it? I have the lowest designation and the biggest room ^_^

I’m doing all these ‘officy’ things now. Like drinking afternoon tea and not watching porn on the office computer.

Speaking of which, I found MILF porn in one of the folders on this PC. Wait, is that TMI? Can that get me fired? O__O

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