The Perfect Day

Don't get carried away by the title of the blog, nothing ever seems to be perfect these days ever since I joined work. That whole work sucks thing has calmed a bit down after a lot of haggling and discussions and resentment we showed to our office and literally lambasted the college officials for putting us in a place where they treated us like sales personnel rather than MBA students. That however is a forgotten issue as the HR of the company is a really nice lady who is just a couple of years senior to us and is all out to save our asses from the torment of office politics by certain folk there.

Moving on, saturday's are supposed to be one of the best days of the week, sunday is the day after and in most cases friday would be the last working day , not in India however as Saturday is the last working day of the week. Reporting to office on a saturday is a pain but at least we get to leave as soon as we are done reporting, yesterday was supposed to be that, report , come back and then meet with Babla, chintoo and nagu, but as usual The Lord had different plans for me.

It all starts on friday night, the unbearable heat in Calcutta is sure to grab some lives first before anything else, it sure has gotten me in a foul mood every time I have to leave my humble AC home, so late on friday night while I fell asleep with the AC on, I wake up at around 2 AM and find the AC vents are open but the AC is not working. My brain does not work for around 30 minutes as soon as I wake up, so i spent the next 30 minutes walking about my house trying to find out what appliance is working and not, the fans were working, my parent's AC was working, the microwave was working but my AC was not, and a couple of other appliances as well, So i deduced that one phase had gone off and it should return sooner or later, I hit some switches and went back to bed.

The heat under the fan was real bad as well, I spend the rest of the night waking up every 30-40 minutes to check if the AC was working or not, but to no avail, doing this for 5 hours and then waking up for office at 7 really got on my nerves and worse still the fear of spending a weekend with the AC really fucked the shit out of me, then I see after 20 minutes that I have switched off the main power to the AC as i had feared a short circuit or something, that is what i flicked at night before going to bed, bloody hell , I spent the whole nite without air con for no reason.

Totally upset and enraged , I walked to the kitchen to grab some breakfast, normally for the morning its a cold bowl of cereal and milk, so as I was taking the milk out of the fridge, THUD!, I bang my head on the corner of a cupboard, and my head hurts like hell, clutching my head in pain, my dad walks into the kitchen and says
"You banged your head?, Oh no you chipped the cupboard, Mummy won't be happy"
Of course he did this to piss me off as he had been doing this to me for a couple of days since his party won in the election and mine got their ass whooped.

Now its time for office, my dad normally drops me off while he is on the way to his office, today he didn't go as he was "celebrating" the victory of his party, well I was to take the car and my driver was to drop me at office and pick me up after my reporting.

When I reached my new office,in the heat,I found that the elevators were not working, I had to climb up to the 7th floor of the building, now you all know I never am in any shape, let alone best shape and all, so I huff and puff to the 5th e 7th floor, take a break then climb up to the 7th floor, then i find the AC at the renovated office ain't working either , as soon as I sit down a colleague walks in and tells me, "dude the lift is working".

Now its time to leave and before leaving my office I call the driver and tell him to pick me up, he says he would be there in 5 mins, so after a few minutes I walk down and am waiting by the street , the wait is eternal as 5 minutes turns to 25 as he was stuck in a traffic jam and I end up soaking wet.

A message comes from my dad to pick up KFC as he expects me to have enough cash for lunch, I look into my purse and find no more than 70 Rs as I had thought that I wouldn't have lunch outside and everyone knows that I love KFC, but again Saturday was fucking me well.

I reach home and then me mom tells me that I am to go to my cousin's place, in this heat, again when I do reach the said place, their AC is not working as well,there are 4-5 kids are out there eating my head and I did not get to watch one football match as well,Manu won the title on that day, breaking Liverpool's record, which again pissed me off some more,My aunt cooked some horrible food which caused me indigestion and plus the plan to meet the babla, nagu and chintoo did not take place as a couple of them had work to do.

All in all, it was a perfect day,not for me but for people who love to see me suffer and I know there are tons of them out there.