Life-ing it up...

I resigned. I called it quits from the best job, the best office, and the best work I was in. I'm sure there are more to come and will trump my life in T&F in more ways than one but I loved this one and I would always nurse a teeny bit of remorse about resigning. After a total of eight years of working of which five were spent in T&F, I'm now getting ready for a life at home. August 14 is going to be my last day at work, sniff! Five years of learning, mentoring, colleagues, and all the fun of office life. My biggest loss will be my awesome colleagues who have spilled out of that connotation and filled my life as dear, darling friends. I've had the craziest house parties with them, add to it evenings at the pub bitching about all and sundry. (That reminds me I could do a post on them each, that'd be so cool.) I will miss the office coffee, and the sweets and snacks deluge of every Indian holiday and non-holiday. I mean Diwali and Holi is routine but also...

They both start with 'W' but are poles apart. I mean really, isn't it a herculean task to get up in a winter morning that we add on piles of extra work to this season. Any little thing you need to do which entails contact with water also entails an extra work of heating it up. If you are not cozily snuggled up inside layers of blankets, an extra work is planning and calculating the exact ratio and line-up of clothes that you need to put on. And of course, winters mean a little extra bit of hunger, so either you cook extra, order extra or fret extra about all the added tires to your already growing paunch. In office, I'm almost always mentally cursing someone who still feels hot enough to keep the AC on and leaves me uncomfortable and at other times dreaming about tea/coffee/vodka (take your pick) with steaming hot pakoras . The result being, I have to work extra on Friday to actually make up for the week's target which I'd spent, day-dreaming and wr...