April Ramblings

Another blog post being written while travelling (to work, in the cab) but am glad that at least I am writing it. Quite a few things to write about/on – where do I start?

Following the pattern of obscurity, here’s a dedication to whom I’d like to call ‘The Man’. Well, to get it straight, he will no longer manage me (that sounds so gay but who cares – it’s supposed to be me and my blog and if you’re another person coming between the both of us, your problem!)

I didn’t ever suck up to him, I’ve written harsh emails and have spoken rudely to him, some times. I am happy I could do all of that because, well, he is an all-absorbing/pretending to absorb ocean. I keep hearing of ‘mentorship skills’ a lot at this place and I think that is being really harsh on the language. Seriously, such mentors? The Man is a mentor. No more cribbing, no more crying – he has to move on and so he did and we have now, the interstitial.

I find her hilarious. Seriously hilarious. Lizard, oily looks. Duck voice, a mind smaller than that of a rat. Ha- look where I’ve fallen! The only good side of the tragedy is at least I didn’t get to report to Policy Kali Mata – she would have screwed and chewed up my life and I would have become a slave. I thank my stars and my incompetence.  Work, how much so ever overbearing, is not worth so much attention, actually. As you (who?) can see, I’ve written about the people more than work and I think people (even Kali Mata) are far more interesting issues to write on than work.

I went to that mad, humid place called Calcutta recently and then to Bokaro (what a relief!). Nothing much to write on that except that I saw children in IIM campus (or was it working professionals? Same thing) I could get to talk a lot to Burka Sporty, Long Hair Dog and several other Tams. Tams being tams, hung together. Neglect. Found conversations with Burka and Doggy really interesting – seems I missed on quite some interesting people, when I was new to the team. They left the team quite early. Now it’s a bunch of morons around. Whatever!

Hoping for parents to come back tomorrow so that I can start coming back early and start studying for that goddamn exam that I am so sure not to cross. If I do, charities are sure to benefit. OK, that was enough bribing to god (?). Shall write the next entry soon. Hang on!