Don’t’ remember time never hanging heavy on me!

It was just on the spur of the moment when I opted for the scheduled dish in the lunch today, which first my teeth didn’t agree and then my stomach. I could hear the weird sounds of the cramps in my belly basket. Truth be told, this was driving me crazy to death.

To crown it, a self-proclaimed resource acted up over some of the bits in a write-up that had just been submitted. It was already way too difficult to respond calmly due to the condition I was in but struggling to regain my composure was the Hobson’s choice. I am kind of usually left with this choice as dealing with these know-it-all-kind-of people not boldly is preferably practiced here.

It is incumbent upon me to ensure the quality content which includes this trying step to call all one by one on their every submission of their projects. Sitting almost with each and every one of them enlightens me with what I would have never had even in the wildest dreams of mine. In the process of going through their write-ups with a fine tooth comb, comments are required so that discussion on them with the respective resource will help them avoid those errors in their upcoming projects. While I’m at it, I have to undergo such strange things that I have a mind to share them in an organized manner by publishing them on my blog. It would at least serve as my digital diary if not meant to amuse others.

Synoptically, I would love to share some of them here. It’s like you step in this amazing place, you find just on your left two workstations with two dedicated resources, who never learned to say “NO” to anyone. The first one is so engrossed in her work all day long that her lunch box with some fruits and a water bottle remain unconsumed on her way back home. Luckily even if she remembers she brought something from home, she offers them to the guy next to her. And this guy who even if has had the same fruits always accepts her offer. Right behind them are two resources besides each other whose sitting posture will give you an impression that they really know the meanings of “Feel at home.” After that, this passage opens into a hall where each individual is worth writing a book on.

As I mentioned before that without getting into the details I would just be highlighting their basic traits and behavior, here comes what is generally practiced and observed. Coughing which is sometimes so acute that it seems that someone is going to puke or something. Workstations with cushions of different colors and of different sizes are there for their nap which they can have at any time even if it is the time soon after their arrival in the office. Their request for the short leave, their complaints about the lunch served to them complementary, their complaints about who was to go to the restroom and specifically the peculiar things they do there which compels the management to arrange meetings to address these issues. And when this goes on, all the males are asked to either go the balcony where nothing spoken inside the hall can be heard or outside of the office. As a matter of fact, it is pretty difficult to bring them all out here. I give my words that I will be back with a lot more which I’m sure will add a lot to the concept of a professional atmosphere.