It was one of those days when I had a rough day at work. I was sure that my boss would ensure my weekend would be spoilt. To name it, it was supposed to be a loooooong weekend. I had had plans in place long before. However, destiny and my boss were bosom pals and thought alike. I was fucked. Generally I don’t prefer to indulge my scotch loving side on a weekday. The kids would ask too many questions. But today was just not the day to contemplate all that.
Our client based out of Delhi had been giving us a
tough time. We had been prepared with all kinds of contingency plans, this, however was not something we had planned, let alone thought about. Financial year end meant that they were looking into several reports, several other things and interacting with several other people as well. While we had ensured that everything went well, it was messed up by the team at the last moment.
I was just not able to think clearly. How could such a mess up happen? Everything was cloudy. I could not blame anyone. We were a team, we stood together and we fell together. I pulled out my trusted Black Dog Triple Gold Reserve and made myself a drink. Even before I had taken my first sip, my 3 year old daughter came running to me. She wanted me to sleep next to her. With great difficulty my wife took her back into the room. I had to think.
That’s how a weekday for me would generally be. I would never be able to enjoy one bit of anything I took up. May be it was me, may be it was how I had become. Life changes us all. May be I should stick to enjoying n the weekends when I am a lot more relaxed. May be….
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