Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Working In A Hell

This is another one straight from the heart... As most of the times I write what I feel... I am like a book... you can read what's going on Inside looking at my face...

I can't lie...And I Hate to... Most of my lies have been caught coz my expressions betrayed me... So here's writing another post from "HELL"... You go it..."My Workplace"... And the Hellmates (my colleagues, friends and even bossy)... are so busy in work that they are sticking to their seat since long... And me... Despite having a sprain in my ankle... feel like jumping and taking a nice-long stroll... Trust me... It's so not very comfortable to sit at one place...And the Hell RuleZ have change. They have become as stringent as ever...

1. Don't even you dare budge from the seat when the Bossy is In (which is acceptable to an extent)
2. The Breaks you take will be counted...including your visits to washroom and any tete-a-tete you have with colleagues on the way would be watched carefully over...
3. Even your phone conversations are carefully monitored (as in how many times you make or receive calls)

Any there's a long-list to be followed (which I don't want to list down in favor of the master who has employed this servant)

But Even Hell can be a better place if you have good people around....fortunately, I have my colleagues who always try to cheer me up by teasing me...pulling my leg... And yes as already mentioned they even call me "Drama Queen"...And one of my friends has actually come up with his own definition of a "Drama Queen"... He puts it as:

"Drama Queen is someone who turns something unimportant into a major deal. Someone who blows things way out of proportion when ever the chance is given.
For example: "Oh my god! You copied that without giving the other person credit! That is just mean. You're horrible, don't talk to me. Im gonna go tell everyone what a cruel person you are just so they will pay attention to me and think im cool."


"An annoying person (mostly girls) who always feels like every insignificant problem in her day is a disaster of Tusumani proportions. Anyone who so much as gives her the time of day is in for an endless session of hearing why her boyfriend is such an asshole or how she's fat because she can't wear size 0 jeans along with an all day crying marathon."

So how cool is that working in a Hell... With "Hellmates" who make even hell a better place to "WORK"