>I need a holiday. Not just any holiday. But one of those ‘luxury-resort-in-maldives-where-you-lie-next-to-swimming-pool-with-a-glass-of-wine-only-to-wean-yourself-off-for-a-spa’ kind of a holiday. And you do this routine for about 3-4 days. That is all I’m asking for, is that a lot?
My current feeling of dejection, I think, also arises from the fact that my favourite pair of shoes which I wore to office EVERYDAY for the last 6 months have given way and will now have to be changed. Finding a comfortable, yet chic looking pair of heels is such a difficult task. Once upon a time I would not be caught dead in an off white ensemble and black shoes. How the mighty have fallen. Or grown old! I wore these shoes, sandals actually, everyday. They were comfortable yet stylish. Yesterday, I stared and stared at the rows of shoes at a HUGE store in a mall, tried about 50 pairs and didn’t find one that could be worn to office. When I was younger ( sigh!) I would compromise comfort for style. Not anymore. My whole perspective of a day changes if I’m wearing uncomfortable shoes. So the hunt continues.
Yesterday, a friend, who has moved to a new organization was complaining about the space crunch at work. Apparently her immediate neighbor has no concept of space. Dirty coffee mugs, pens, visiting cards and all sorts of paraphernalia keeps encroaching on to my friends work station. No amount of hinting, picking up the cups and banging them on to her table etc seems to have helped.
I had an idea. Take some double tape, I said, and stick it around your work station. Next , tear off some paper, write your name on it, colour it to look like a flag, glue it on to a toothpick. Stick many such ‘flags’ at various places on the double tape. And everytime she puts anything on your side of the border, turn around and yell BOOM, BOOM very loudly, pretending to hold a gun.!!!! Declare War, I said.
Hmm. A holiday.