A pound for your thoughts

Shall I write it down?

Yes, yes… that could be the best thing to do.

Still, why don't I give it a second thought?!

Nooo, probably I won't do a thing if I do.

When did it start… let me see. Was it the meeting or the proposal or the first phone call?

It does not matter…

Almost certainly the start was that hot day. it was as if humidity combined with temperature to make it the perfect day for fighting with anyone and anything, including myself.

I woke up later than usual. The fan stopped according to the timer I set…
"Nasty timer…
Why can't they make a timer that readjusts itself according to my needs… just mine"
It felt awkward opening my eyes and looking round.

"I MUST get a clock and hang it somewhere…"

I jumped out of bed once I check the time on the mobile. The scenario to work was not as good as I hoped. My aching head joined the conspiracy against the rest of the day. Coffee was not solution at this stage.
On finishing the usual morning preparations for work, it was already getting very late.

"Why can't I get to work just late with a couple of minutes…I will take the day off thenI can work as usual but leave the time I choose… What a special day it could turn to be…"

After going through the usual fight to get a place in microbus, I settled myself in and picked the book I brought…

Funny… on starting reading, it was not the usual… It was as if I was not reading alone…

It really is silly when you find someone peaking into what you are reading. I resisted a growing itch to turn around and simply ask "Are you interested in what I am reading… would like to borrow the book instead of sticking your nose into the book!!!"

I closed the book, feeling happy that I took his/her chance of enjoyment, and put it away.

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"Oh my GOD... please don't slow down... don't... don't... don't"
The way to work was packed with Special Forces ***. Cool! This way I won't get to work today and my dream would come true after all.
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Strange this feeling of time on the road. It could take a few minutes and it could take me ages to reach work.

No matter what they do, I got to work and it did not feel like working at all.
Ahhhaaa!! I knew it...

I knew that gonna happen. The manager waved for me as soon as he saw my face.

The rest of the project team were meeting with the manager.

The look on the project manager's face was very encouraging only to turn around and run... BUT the show must go on!

Surely a nice e-mail from the client was received I was on my way to work.

On the way to the manager's office, I could not resist drawing a smile on my face... a weak attempt to add bright cheerful colors to the day...
Coffeeless… Sleepless… and free of work-mode, I took my place among the troops.

The meeting was about somewhat interesting… guess what… our rates at work!
I was trying to act deaf and mute to all the volatile words and expressions. As listening to the flowing discussions, my eye caught a book. It was not long that the meeting was over with the usual words… Keep it up and work harder fragments…

I advanced to my pc and the show must go on…!!!

MORE TO COME...