monday homebody
on a truly depressing-looking london day, i'm warm in my bed, battling only the flickering wireless LAN. the only thing that may drag me out is an email from HQ saying, sorry, no can do, no working from home today. so far, no email, so good, i'm propped up on several pillows and stuffed animals, listening to the fine rain spattering windily against my windows. brrrr...
this hiatus from the workplace is due to a slowly crystallising realisation that mixing work life with social life has resulted in the office becoming a completely unproductive environment for me. i exist between the coffee machine, the print room, the phone call stairwell, and several individual workstations (not mine). as soon as my boss shows up in our cubicle, exuding real or imagined stress, i have to leave it so as to continue working clear-headedly. and leaving the fortress only means falling into a social trap at once - 5 lines of p.c. with a joke thrown in - that's 10 minutes you can't put on your timesheet! i am
1. waaay too friendly,
2. waaay too sensitive to people vibes, and
3. waaaay too much of a kaamchor.
So last night, after a lovely peaceful day on a river boat on the river Lea, I went back to the empty-but-for-a-sea-of-desks office. it was a bit spooky, but led zep exorcised most unwanted ghosts, and then we got to work and finally put down on a plan all the words and phrases and ideas and intents for my 'public realm strategy' that have been swimming in primordial soup all month. i got 3solid hours of work done, on sunday night! and that is saying a lot for me with my severe A.D.D. Sent a sensible sort of email to the boss, and then caught one of the last buses homeward. consequently, i deserve a lie-in, and it is only lucky that this coincides with the world squalling outside.
i have found a shop on Fulham Palace Road that stocks maggi noodles! having been addicted to it through 1999 to 2003, i've laid off the maida-nanza for a bit over the last couple of years. there was a canteen in our hostel's lower ground floor in college in delhi, where a special variety of maggi was served. on dirty plates under dirty lightbulbs. during severely stressful submission times, i've been known to have anda-mirchi-maggi for breakfast, lunch AND dinner, and often twice on drunken / hungover nights. the days and nights often rolled into one long vista of maggi after next maggi. after 5th year therefore, there was a break in the instant noodling, and of course, i subsequently left india, that mystical land of all night dhabas with assorted fusion fast food. but it's march 2008 now, and i feel a yellow fried, masala-ised, mirchi-fied anda-maggi coming on.
this hiatus from the workplace is due to a slowly crystallising realisation that mixing work life with social life has resulted in the office becoming a completely unproductive environment for me. i exist between the coffee machine, the print room, the phone call stairwell, and several individual workstations (not mine). as soon as my boss shows up in our cubicle, exuding real or imagined stress, i have to leave it so as to continue working clear-headedly. and leaving the fortress only means falling into a social trap at once - 5 lines of p.c. with a joke thrown in - that's 10 minutes you can't put on your timesheet! i am
1. waaay too friendly,
2. waaay too sensitive to people vibes, and
3. waaaay too much of a kaamchor.
So last night, after a lovely peaceful day on a river boat on the river Lea, I went back to the empty-but-for-a-sea-of-desks office. it was a bit spooky, but led zep exorcised most unwanted ghosts, and then we got to work and finally put down on a plan all the words and phrases and ideas and intents for my 'public realm strategy' that have been swimming in primordial soup all month. i got 3solid hours of work done, on sunday night! and that is saying a lot for me with my severe A.D.D. Sent a sensible sort of email to the boss, and then caught one of the last buses homeward. consequently, i deserve a lie-in, and it is only lucky that this coincides with the world squalling outside.
i have found a shop on Fulham Palace Road that stocks maggi noodles! having been addicted to it through 1999 to 2003, i've laid off the maida-nanza for a bit over the last couple of years. there was a canteen in our hostel's lower ground floor in college in delhi, where a special variety of maggi was served. on dirty plates under dirty lightbulbs. during severely stressful submission times, i've been known to have anda-mirchi-maggi for breakfast, lunch AND dinner, and often twice on drunken / hungover nights. the days and nights often rolled into one long vista of maggi after next maggi. after 5th year therefore, there was a break in the instant noodling, and of course, i subsequently left india, that mystical land of all night dhabas with assorted fusion fast food. but it's march 2008 now, and i feel a yellow fried, masala-ised, mirchi-fied anda-maggi coming on.
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Pls add tom-chilli sauce!
And I want some, of course...