Keep your nose where it belongs

I love my workplace. Despite my occasional rambling, I am a loyalist. However, recently I met an asshole. One of those common species who have no other business but to poke their nose in yours!

I work from home a few times a month. I get my work done, I’m more efficient, and I meet my targets. But when I’m in office, this creep doesn’t spare an opportunity to talk about my “part time status”. He even has the gall to ask how he knows that I really do work at home and don’t spend my time whiling away and watching tv.

My response? None. I don’t respond to assholes. He’s not my boss–an unworthy peer at best. I’ve been given this privilege because I’m trusted and I’m also responsible. So Mr whoever, keep your nose where it belongs. Because if my sharp tongue starts to slip….

Guilt trip

How often do you go on guilt trips? I’m not talking about the guilt trip you may go on after having that big choco chip cupcake. I am talking about a guilt trip in the literal sense.

These days, with work taking over my life, every trip makes me ridden with guilt. I asked for leave today (after 6 months of working at breakneck speed). My otherwise cool boss said “again?”

That sure is enough to ruin what would have been the perfect vacation to a beach. A yes is not a yes unless it’s said with a smile 😦

Sleep–the chilly monster in the room

This post is not about spine-chilling horror, monsters, ghosts, and dark spirits. It’s about cold winter mornings, a missed yoga regime, and the indiscipline that a warm blanket, a husband’s snore, and my dog’s warm body can bring into my life.

For a while now, I’ve been practicing Ashtanga yoga and shouting about its benefits to anyone willing to hear. I’ve been talking about how it isn’t just a form of exercise, but really a way of life.

Little was I to know that once winter crept in, what was a way of life has now become a thing of the past. I miss class every morning. Why? Because I set the alarm, and I try hard to wake up immediately. My husband, disturbed by the sound of the alarm, turns around and puts his arms around me. My dog jumps up on the bed and settles his warm self against my back, and slowly, I tell myself “Tomorrow. I promise I’ll go .” Then, I pull the blanket up to my face, smile, and thank god that I can sleep for an hour more.

Tomorrow, I promise to go.

I wish I had a meeting genie

I won’t call myself anti-social. I like people. I enjoy company, but in a limited capacity. At work, this trait works against me sometimes. Like today, for example. I had a 2 hour long meeting with one person and two half an hour meetings with others. It’s 3 hours of precious time gone to waste.

Yes, the meetings were effective. Yes, we had an agenda, stuck to it, and came away with definite next steps. But this also meant that it was 3 hours of time away from my desk. I now have to try and catch up on those 3 hours and try to accomplish that within the limited time I have at hand.

I wish I had a genie who would attend my meetings for me. Or do my work? or do both… while I bask in the sun and go for a swim!

Birdie birdie

I confess. I am human; therefore I have the failings that come with the human package.
I love birds, so I adopted them. Do I have to own everything I love? No, but I do it anyway.
When I selected them, my husband and I were together and we picked a handsome pair! Another human failing. We’re always judging and forming impressions which may be wrong!
Then, I went out and got them a rope ladder and a swing in their cage so that they can flex their wings and play. Am I being kind? No. I took away their freedom. So, if I give some back, I’m no God.
Despite all this, I am attached to them. They are my family. They seem to love me so I definitely can’t give them up. Does this make me human? Or am I just an an insensitive inhuman person?
Do share your thoughts!