Past 2 weeks have been unusually busy, crammed with productive and unproductive work. So today that I have a temporary respite, I thought of jotting down how a day goes by for me these days..
6.00 am: alarm goes off. Snooze. The most disturbing part of the day.
6.10 am: alarm disturbs my orgasmically pleasant sleep yet again. Have to make a presentation for an early morning (7.30 am) meeting. I think "making" people wake up at 6.00 am for meetings is gross human rights violation. Torture is the word. As all this bickering goes on, I drag myself out of bed.
7.30 - 9:45 am: meeting/presentation. I *try* to explain to the skeptics why things are the way they are. Back and forth goes on for hours. Such fun!
10 am - 6 pm: The whole day is spent in *actually* working.. presenting..calling houston office..brainstorming..digesting thoughts..throwing random (and at times, useless) ideas...pretending to listen. Oh yeah, there is no time for long leisurely lunch thanks to an ever impending deadline. So I grab something quickly.
6:00 - 6:15: meet a colleague to finalise details of an upcoming diversity event next week. Ok, whatever.
6:15 - 7.15 pm: Rush to the gym - yep that's something I hate to skip. But I do have to postpone my random ogling at hotnesses in the gym. (sidenote: the kind of 'strategically twisting the body' exercise that some hotnesses do is quite distracting I must admit. At times, one gets confused if the idea is to exercise or to flaunt the you-know-whats). Pumping iron and doing 100+ pushups just takes away all the stress. Quick shower and back to work.
7:15 - 8:15: finish my work. Send off last minute project related emails. *Yawn*. On my way back, sing at the top of my voice in the parking lot.. a safe peaceful location to sing without torturing others. When I say sing, I mean, I mercilessly butcher Nusrat saab's songs with my untrained voice. If he were alive, he would have re-died listening to this butchering.
9:00 pm - 11:00 pm : back home. do some breathing exercises. Grab some food. Calmness restored, watch Phelps smashing everyone badly and madly. Awe emerges. The contrast between his pre- and post- race expressions is stark. From fierce concentration to a no-big-deal-carefree-smile. I suddenly feel my temporary "rigorous schedule" is nothing compared to what he must have done to attain this near-immortality. 50 minutes. 2 races. 2 finals. 2 golds. 2 world records. I am somehow pumped up looking at this swimmer and log on remotely to my work computer to check some results.
12-2 am: Urgently need to go to my office to fix something. Inertia takes over. I watch Phelps again. Inspiration oozes. I drive to work. Barely awake. Human rights violation, I think.
2:30 am: back to sleep. Wishing to go into hibernation like a bear for months.
And the fun continues in a for-loop..
6.00 am: alarm goes off. Snooze. The most disturbing part of the day.
6.10 am: alarm disturbs my orgasmically pleasant sleep yet again. Have to make a presentation for an early morning (7.30 am) meeting. I think "making" people wake up at 6.00 am for meetings is gross human rights violation. Torture is the word. As all this bickering goes on, I drag myself out of bed.
7.30 - 9:45 am: meeting/presentation. I *try* to explain to the skeptics why things are the way they are. Back and forth goes on for hours. Such fun!
10 am - 6 pm: The whole day is spent in *actually* working.. presenting..calling houston office..brainstorming..digesting thoughts..throwing random (and at times, useless) ideas...pretending to listen. Oh yeah, there is no time for long leisurely lunch thanks to an ever impending deadline. So I grab something quickly.
6:00 - 6:15: meet a colleague to finalise details of an upcoming diversity event next week. Ok, whatever.
6:15 - 7.15 pm: Rush to the gym - yep that's something I hate to skip. But I do have to postpone my random ogling at hotnesses in the gym. (sidenote: the kind of 'strategically twisting the body' exercise that some hotnesses do is quite distracting I must admit. At times, one gets confused if the idea is to exercise or to flaunt the you-know-whats). Pumping iron and doing 100+ pushups just takes away all the stress. Quick shower and back to work.
7:15 - 8:15: finish my work. Send off last minute project related emails. *Yawn*. On my way back, sing at the top of my voice in the parking lot.. a safe peaceful location to sing without torturing others. When I say sing, I mean, I mercilessly butcher Nusrat saab's songs with my untrained voice. If he were alive, he would have re-died listening to this butchering.
9:00 pm - 11:00 pm : back home. do some breathing exercises. Grab some food. Calmness restored, watch Phelps smashing everyone badly and madly. Awe emerges. The contrast between his pre- and post- race expressions is stark. From fierce concentration to a no-big-deal-carefree-smile. I suddenly feel my temporary "rigorous schedule" is nothing compared to what he must have done to attain this near-immortality. 50 minutes. 2 races. 2 finals. 2 golds. 2 world records. I am somehow pumped up looking at this swimmer and log on remotely to my work computer to check some results.
12-2 am: Urgently need to go to my office to fix something. Inertia takes over. I watch Phelps again. Inspiration oozes. I drive to work. Barely awake. Human rights violation, I think.
2:30 am: back to sleep. Wishing to go into hibernation like a bear for months.
And the fun continues in a for-loop..
5 comments:
phew....u do seem to have a very busy day...hmmm i hate to wake up early too...par kya kare kaam ke liye kya kya nahin karna padta...
wishing u some fun days in near future...
best of luck for suffering ur torture with a smile...
cheers
parul
DAMN!! That's quite a tiring day!!
wut a BUSY day!
**alarm disturbs my orgasmically pleasant sleep yet again
lol okkkkay!
I hate Meetings too. I just daydream when others talk.
Keshi.
parul: ya.. thankfully it is "untypical" or else i would be skeletonised by now.
solitaire: indeed. how have you been?
kesh: daydream about? the tall dutch guy? :D
yes u nailed it. dayummmmmm LOL!
Keshi.
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