Pre tournament jitters

Preparing for the tournament. Cleaned my cleats. i thought of washing them but decided to take the short way out. So i sprayed windex on them and wiped them off with the kitchen towel!! Hee hee...

i am taking chips for the barbecue lunch party. But we have decided to go and sneak away for lunch as i cannot stomach the "delicacies" on the menu - beans (yuck), potato salad et al. i have this mental block when it comes to food. Isn't that hypocritical when i profess to be some wannabe gourmet who wants to sample all the delicacies this world has to offer? Whatever...

i need to get up at 7 tomorrow because we are to be on the field at 7:30. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkss....i think when i go in to bat/strike, i would be half-asleep. They say it is going to be blistering hot tomorrow so there is a chance that we just might get dehydrated and pass out on the field. Won't that be fun?

i am sure to get over-enthusiastic and start shouting and jumping all over the place. But girl, remember the motto - fun. Fun..fun...and more fun.

taking a break

i have not touched a book for 4 days now. And that speaks volumes about the somnambulistic life i am leading right now. i am hanging on to my sanity by the skin of my teeth. If i manage to stay alive till this whole project gets through, i will treat myself to …..umm…how should i indulge myself? i will buy myself all of Maugham’s books i can lay my eyes on.

i got complimented twice – my shirt actually. i was in a lousy mood in the morning when i got into the lift. The guy next to me said “Nice shirt – it is so colourful”. You would have thought i was wearing a rainbow! i went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea and there was this guy who gave me this bright smile and he went “nice shirt” too. When your spirits are in the dumps, it sure feels nice when you get compliments. i must be sinking really low if i start feeling like i need a compliment to lift my sagging spirits.

The softball tournament is this Saturday. But i don’t have time to be excited about it. It will start from 8 in the morning. Imagine. That is like midnight for me. i have to get my cleats cleaned. They look like i have walked across the Sahara desert in them.

Half asleep

i can hardly keep my eyes open. And my code does not seem to be working. Does it make sense to code when you are half asleep? But i need to get this done by friday and QA has been hounding us.
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My code is working now. Off to bed i go.

Bug control

Bugs. Everywhere. i might as well buy myself a bottle of pesticide and go about spraying the code. That is what happens in a big project - something like too many cooks spoiling the broth. i cannot test my code without stumbling every step and trying to figure out and fix other people's bugs. To top the cake, QA has started testing. Now we can expect them to breathe fire down our backs. And some of the developers are on leave. How much better can this get?! i could rave and rant but what would that achieve? So here i am on a friday night, squashing bugs beneath my dainty feet.

i love NCIS. i love all crime related serials - CSI, Law and order etc etc. Does that indicate something about my state of mind? But i love cartoons and animation movies too. So maybe i am just a psycho with an infantile sense of humour. You know, i think this bug hunting has got to me. i am spouting inanities.

Cycling to tea

We invited ourselves to tea to one our of collegaues's place. We are so shameless but then, who cares? So we rode to the indian store, bought samosas and then cycled to their place. We had tea and bitched, ok, ok, let me rephrase that, we gossiped. Bitching is fun sometimes, maybe all the time.

Just a couple of more weeks over here. i miss home. i miss the crowd and dust. i am well aware of the sea of opportunities i can drown in over here, of the things i can do over here that i would find tough, if not impossible over there. i want to hoard enough dough so that i can give up this 9-to-6 life and well, live life my way. Sometimes i think i have too many dreams inside me.But then, i would rather be pregnant with dreams than be barren of dreams. i will give myself some couple of years over here. Live some of my dreams over here before i move on. To another dream, another place, another life.

And yes, quails definitely taste better than chicken. Way better.