One of the pluses of having a cabin at work is that you can ensure that the air conditioner is set a temperature fit for humans and not penguins, or packaged matar. Now if you think this was a sly attempt at casually slipping in the fact that yours truly now has a designated cabin at work, you won’t be too far from truth. You will still be away, but somewhere in the vicinity. Oh, while we are at it, the cabin also has my name plate on it, so there.
Anyway, the need to ensure that I am not frozen at work has arisen from my sudden extreme sensitivity to the weather. The city, which disappointed me immensely in the first 2 weeks by being wet and slushy and pot-holey, I guess took offence at me not talking about anything but it’s wet, slushy, pot-holey situation. So it went ahead and got cleaned up. Quite well I must say. So the past few weeks have been incredible weather wise, by which I mean we get to see the sun every morning, and not hate it. Zo might have a different point of view because she hates everything bright (Sun nahi chahiye!) and has the makings of a vampire, which doesn’t work very well for me, because, come on, if you have to compare, Edward ranks way above Jacob in terms of the Ugh factor.
That diversion apart, the weather got me pretty ill last weekend, and while I did recover after sleeping through 3 whole days, while The Dude kept Zo from jumping on the bed, and the sofas, and on my face, it seems to have left behind a nasty sinusitis like situation, atleast that’s what the internet says. And currently, I am trying ways of toning the impact down by doing things other than stuffing my face with medicines. Which for me means Combiflam. It is working ok, but could be better.
Which brings me back to the whole ‘Oh-look-I-am-so-cool-I-sorted-my-Inbox’ declaration I made in my last post. This by the way, is also why I do not put any effort whatsoever in organising my life, because some people are meant to be disorganised. It is the universe’s way of maintaining a healthy balance. Where I am coming from is, last monday, when I took the day off, my only saving grace was that I could check my mails on my Blackberry (This is not a plug, I would have said this first, and then talked about the cabin if I really wanted to show off), because hello, even in vacation mode, actually specially in vacation mode, my paranoia attacks double, and I start thinking of myself as the most indispensable, wanted person in the world, without who, no billion dollar company can survive the day.
Anyway, so I sent out ‘Out of office’ mails with grand declarations of being reachable on phone and mail. Only, the day passed, and I got no mails. ‘Aw, my considerate team’, I thought. After a couple of hours, still no mails. Now the ego was hurt, they didn’t even care if I was informed about anything. Finally, I got ONE mail from some unknown person, and I was all like, ‘At least some one thinks I should be mailed’. So I read it religiously, trail mails and all, and when I scrolled down, I see a couple of other mails, all sent today. With me marked.
How? Well. Remember the ‘rules’? Which would auto forward all mails to their folders? Yeah. So apparently, Blackberry does not show those mails. Only the ones in the Inbox. Awesome huh? So end result, we are back to no rules, no auto forwards, a messy Inbox, and empty folders which I do not have the heart to delete.
Other than that, the weekend saw us visit Singhad Fort, which I thought was beautiful. Add to it the fact that there was a mini land slide, so no cars were allowed up. Which in turn meant some additional kilometers one had to trek, baby (and stroller, and The Dude who was actually managing all of it) in tow. But the end result was magnificent. The view, the clouds, the greenery. This, I have to give to this city.
The weekend also had us finally set up out Home Theatre/ Music system after some serious research. This in turn means we now watch movies not for the movies themselves, but for the extent to which the sound effects would show through the multiple speakers. Which I am glad to report are, as expected, awesome. Also 24, Season 1 was finished, and I need a break before starting on Season 2. That being said, when are the new seasons of all those Sitcoms I watch going to start?
Now that you have a good enough idea of where we stand (or sit, the cabin, remember?), I will put a stop to this update post, and get back to the more important things that have been begging for my attention all this while.
My sinusitis ridden nose to begin with.
* The title was added right at the end when nothing else could be thought of, and the song refuses to leave the head.