Back In Office
After a three year hiatus, I’m going back to work. On the 1st of September, I enter the office space again as an employee.
After a three year hiatus, I’m going back to work. On the 1st of September, I enter the office space again as an employee.
Monday morning says, it’s work, bitch.
E Vestigio dropped in a fortnight ago to keep me company, to gup a bit and to cheer me up. She brought with her two books, my belated birthday gifts. Book recommendations from E are always interesting, given her diverse reading habits. Her gifts were ‘The Interpretation Of Murder‘ by…
55 words: The past is a tricky creature. It never quite stays in its place, does it? It defines the path we take. It makes us who we are.
Like every good Mumbaiker, I would spend about an hour and half commuting to work each morning. Once I got in, I’d perch on my chair, waiting for my colleague to arrive. She’d walk in about 10 minutes later, switch on her computer, rearrange her desk and give me a…
I once wrote a secret blog titled ‘Office Capers’. I thought about the people I called colleagues. Is work really something you can detach from you?
An old post retreived from the long-dead Office Capers. It’s still funny, I think. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!) Someone from the next cubicle (SNC): Do you know the iRiver? Me: The what river? SNC: Okay, you don’t know it. Me:…
I’m moving offices and have been put in charge of the move. It’s a professional responsibility. It is also a personal upheaval.
While everyone in the accounts departments sits heavy on numbers and does a stock-taking quarter-by-quarter of the year that was, it occurs to me to do the same with my life. Except this is a three-quarterly review. Of my 29th year. I’ll be 30 this July and it’s an odd…
I spend most of my waking day at work. It is my home and the holder of my identity. How can the space not be important?