We sit.
It's lunchtime at work and all of us sit in our fixed spots.
There's a lot in our minds, but the silence is enough communication. Funnily, it's comfortable silence because we're all in the same frame of mind. The only consolation is the food that we've brought. There is homemade bread, rice, chappattis, different varieties of potatoes (currently, it's six), some meat and some dessert. We smile at each other and silently eat. In the middle, we complement what we have brought and insist on writing out a list of what food items to bring the following day. We discuss meals on Sunday and wish we were part of each other's house to sample out the Sunday spread for a day. While some of us are more generous with our invitation, others are very possessive about their food and say that sharing food will mean taking portions out of their labeled food. We then decide that we'll salivate over what was made on Sunday the following Monday.
We dream of vacations. Of tropical islands, of golden sand, of high mountains, of deep valleys, of the idea that there could be no cellular network. This makes us happy. None of us are in the mood to communicate right now, especially using mobile phones. We think that physical presence is more important. We don't even feel like logging into Facebook. We talk about Google+. I think its a waste of time having one more social networking site, given that it looks similar to Facebook. I suggest that we go to Hatebook instead. That would give us more people to add.
Work off late is not the best place to be. Sure the office is nice-looking, but we're fed up with the job profile. We feel disillusioned that what we came here for is not what we want to do in the long run. I don't see myself writing 400 character recipes for the rest of my life. You don't see yourself editing mobile content for the rest of your life. You don't see yourself writing health and fitness stories for the rest of your life. You don't see yourself listing out mobile phone prices. You're smart. And so are you. You got better offers and fucked off. That leaves us, wondering what to do next.
If only there was a vacation to look forward. Oh yeah, you and you are going on one. Grrr. While I know that you deserve it, I can't help but feel jealous.
If it's not your vacation we're discussing, it's a huge t-shirt that speaks of a Canadian city.
I'd rather speak about your vacation and feel depressed. At least none of you will have to wear that t-shirt.
It's lunchtime at work and all of us sit in our fixed spots.
There's a lot in our minds, but the silence is enough communication. Funnily, it's comfortable silence because we're all in the same frame of mind. The only consolation is the food that we've brought. There is homemade bread, rice, chappattis, different varieties of potatoes (currently, it's six), some meat and some dessert. We smile at each other and silently eat. In the middle, we complement what we have brought and insist on writing out a list of what food items to bring the following day. We discuss meals on Sunday and wish we were part of each other's house to sample out the Sunday spread for a day. While some of us are more generous with our invitation, others are very possessive about their food and say that sharing food will mean taking portions out of their labeled food. We then decide that we'll salivate over what was made on Sunday the following Monday.
We dream of vacations. Of tropical islands, of golden sand, of high mountains, of deep valleys, of the idea that there could be no cellular network. This makes us happy. None of us are in the mood to communicate right now, especially using mobile phones. We think that physical presence is more important. We don't even feel like logging into Facebook. We talk about Google+. I think its a waste of time having one more social networking site, given that it looks similar to Facebook. I suggest that we go to Hatebook instead. That would give us more people to add.
Work off late is not the best place to be. Sure the office is nice-looking, but we're fed up with the job profile. We feel disillusioned that what we came here for is not what we want to do in the long run. I don't see myself writing 400 character recipes for the rest of my life. You don't see yourself editing mobile content for the rest of your life. You don't see yourself writing health and fitness stories for the rest of your life. You don't see yourself listing out mobile phone prices. You're smart. And so are you. You got better offers and fucked off. That leaves us, wondering what to do next.
If only there was a vacation to look forward. Oh yeah, you and you are going on one. Grrr. While I know that you deserve it, I can't help but feel jealous.
If it's not your vacation we're discussing, it's a huge t-shirt that speaks of a Canadian city.
I'd rather speak about your vacation and feel depressed. At least none of you will have to wear that t-shirt.
Omg! That is the most brilliant post! Lovely. You should have tagged me in the labelled food bit. it made me smile. Inspiring post :)
ReplyDeletehehehhehhe... you really made my day! :) what a perfect friday evening post. you should post every day. so should you and you! :)
ReplyDeleteI like. :D happy weekend to all the yous! and Ws if you so desire! (very bad joke)