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Conducted an interview. Interviews are such fun if you know where to look for the fun. Sometimes, it is fun to take a candidate who is too over-confident a peg or two down. But most of the time, you encounter people who are nervous and too eager to please. There have been times when i have felt bad for a candidate who cannot answer anything so i try to at least throw them an easy question or two just so that they do don’t feel disheartened.

Yesterday, i decided to clean the kitchen (instead of my wardrobe, the less daunting task of the two) and i spent almost 6 hours with a head smothered with henna scrubbing everything till the kitchen glittered. And i discovered that we can spend at least another year without buying anything – it is like we have been hoarding up on things as if a disaster was on the horizon. We have detergent, toothpaste, soap, mosquito repellent, all variety of cleaning agents (toilet, glass, floor etc etc. etc.), shampoo and whole lot of stuff that would last us nearly a lifetime!! Yah allah… We are like squirrels hoarding up for a long winter ahead.

gadget wadget

My gadget-crazy guy wants an iPhone. Ummm. So i am looking around to see how/where i can get an unlocked version of it for him. i told him i could not understand what is so great about it – but then i am technologically retarded. For me any phone will do as long as i can talk. i had been using the oldest surviving model of Nokia (1100 or something like that) which was handed down from him. Well, most reluctantly, i had to part with it because the front casing gave away! i don’t like the new mobile i am using right now – it is shiny and ‘kat’. i am ashamed to be seen with it because it looks so fashionable! So i keep it hidden in my bag..i miss my old phone..i have been thinking of searching for a front cover for it so i can go back to using it.

Are all guys gadget-crazy? Maybe guys do need their toys even after they grow up. Ummm..Or it could be that i am an outdated dinosaur – which i am when it comes to certain things.

He likes my iPod better than his. Because mine is black and it looks damn sexy. i have used it like maybe two times after i got it as my birthday present. It had been lying unused in some corner for more than a year before i remembered it! i have mp3 player, cd-man etc all gathering dust. Maybe i don’t cherish things as much as i should. Maybe because i am not too enamored of them.

Tomorrow is a holiday. Makes me feel good knowing i can sleep in late. If i can manage to gather enough energy, i think i will go a cleaning spree tomorrow. i am thinking of revamping my wardrobe – will give away my clothes to charity. i have clothes i have bought and never worn even once! i stick to my set of favourite clothes and keep on wearing them till i can’t wear them without looking indecent! Just like i buy shoes but keep wearing just the single pair i love day in and day out!

gym-ing

Lost 91 calories on the treadmill. Gym-ing in the middle of work. S came up with the idea of going to the office gym for the evening tea session. i refused – well, for one, i am lazy and i don’t think i need to lose any weight (maybe i should opt for muscle-building exercises just so i could bash up people!). S has a paunch that makes him look like he is 6 months pregnant or so i keep telling him to irk him. S had his way or rather i let him have his way and i agreed to give him company on his make-yourself-fit journey. 30 minutes and some 90 calories later, we were both sweating – well, he sweated, i elegantly perspired! We decided we would make it a routine to go gym-ing every evening provided we don’t have any other pressing matters on hand.

My weight keeps fluctuating – while i still manage to remain underweight. i have never been one for exercises – unless it is hiking or running for a cause (or no cause). i am all too aware of the need for physical activity – exercise is not just about losing weight - but i just don’t have the desire to get up early and go for a game of basketball or a lap in the pool.

S is expecting her baby in about two weeks. She called me up yesterday night to wish me subho bijaya. She will make a good mother and i am sure her baby would be chubby and cute like her. i hope nothing goes wrong this time and she will have her bundle of joy in her arms pretty soon. She is a very nice human being – she is one of the few people i have kept in touch over the years.

back to work

i am back to work after what feels like an eon. And i have been yawning away to glory. Three weeks of afternoon siesta have taken its toll on my body – i just can’t seem to keep awake now!

And i have another one of my last-passenger-on-the-plane episodes! i was escorted to the airport by my family – i duly checked in and found i had exceeded the weight limit by 17 kgs (so much for my resolve to travel light); the guy at the counter told me he would waive 7 kgs but i would have to have extra baggage charge for 10 kgs so i said no problemo direct me to the counter and somehow he had a change of heart and waived off 17 kgs!. And then i went back for the last minute chit-chat with my family and we kept waiting for the flight announcement. You would have thought they would at least announce something like go in for security check or something.

To cut a long story short, i had to rush through security, tell the lady at the counter my plane was about to take off so could she please speed up her act and hand me my damn bag. The guy at the boarding gate asked me “Why are you so late?” and i gave him a hurried sorry and ran up the staircase. And for the nth time in my life, i was the last passenger to board the flight. This is becoming a bugging habit. My sisters told me i would not learn a lesson till i miss a flight.

i, by some miracle, managed to misread the timing of my flight once and reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight took off. Going by the rules, i should not have been allowed on that flight but the guy at the check-in counter asked them to wait for me and i was rushed through everything and caught the flight! So i guess the aviation goddess is on my side.

My office mailbox is flooded and i have decided to take the easy way out and read only mails addressed to me and sweep the rest under the carpet till i can settle down again to a peaceful existence.

Truth be told, this constant oscillation from one corner to another corner is becoming a bit too grating on the nerves. i mean, before i can unpack properly i have to pack my bags again. Well, even a gypsy deserves to settle down a bit before moving on to another pasture.

babe in the woods....