grrrrrrrrr.....@#$@$%@(@#)@! .....some unintelligible mutterings.....deeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath.....a quick prayer to soothe thyself...AMEN...
whew! it's one of those *i-dont-need-u-breathing-down-my-neck* moments at work resulting from the *i-will-choke-u-to-death-with-my-monitoring* mode of the overseer (OS)..
man! will we 2 species speak the same language ever? y is it so tuff for the OS to be patient & understand that it's not my fault (only) that the experiment is not yielding the expected results or that the open door to the ice box is not life-threatening (yet), or that the delivery man (with that oh-so-important box)chose to walk in right at the very moment that i step out of the lab?
y does the OS have to decide on making a dramatic appearance almost in sync when moi decides to keep track on her life-support system - the customary emails from friends n relatives far n near (more likely the latter)..& have that disapproving exasperated expression that drives me crazy?!
sniff sniff....we will forever be the oppressed class....i demand justice!
2 comments:
not that my baas is a meanie or nethin - more of a hyperactive kinda person..but there's only so much that one can take especially ven ur stomach starts growling in protest! :D
it will be interesting to see ur meladhikari's blog! Unmai veli vanthurukum!
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