running around in loops.....

I'm guessing when our ancient learned fathers had a council and decided to come up with the concept of language, they did it with the idea of avoiding a Babel situation....one week into my new job, I'm convinced that everyone is speaking what I want to call MBA jargon just to fox me. I go from an org when my ed used the F word thrice in a 4 word sentence... Consider now situation below and tell me if I'm being unreasonable....

Day1, meeting 1: Big Boss Guy: "I want the team to integrate seamlessly so we are able to close the loop by Fri"......Hang on one sec, while I process this....ummm...so I assume what he was trying to say is, "Lets get this done by Fri" but he wont say it in those words because....MBA JARGON!!
Day2,meeting 2: Team member: Will you be able to share the contents of the e mail with her so she is also kept in the loop'?.... umm...meaning, "CC her on the mail"???....but they wont say it so easily because, yes u guessed right......

considering how much I have verbal bashed this place already, I'm not surprised that one week down the line I still haven't been logged onto the system...app, it has taken 2days for the others....wont be surprised if on Monday morn, I can't enter the gates because my swipe card has been canceled or something....all in a days work for me.....

Day 1

so i filled out like 3mn copies of what felt like the same things over n over again....n apparently v do the same things tomm....arghh.....ok so i like my new place of work. except of course i'm cursed to leave home at 6:45 every morn.....yes, i asked for this...Que sera sera.....

Human Nature....

that is one of the sexiest instrumental pieces i have ever heard...by miles davis....the real thing is anything but...and i seem to have gotten the worst of it this week...

monday: editor eggs me on to make a bad decision. when the thing blows up in my face, he pretends like he had nothing to do with it
tuesday: spineless senior who started the whole thing in the first place doesn't back me up...and he doesn't do it in my face either....i find out about him doing it behind-my-back...grrr
wednesday: anchor gets on air info wrong....gets angry mail from viewer....and i get mail from him saying we (????) should let it go this time.... what the.....

sigh sigh sigh...its a friday...i'm doubting v much if i want to come back monday

crawling back into my skin...

well i basically crawled out of my skin in the first place since my boss was in town...THE Big Boss who has just had a baby... and she is cranky as hell in the first place...so i ensured i was super busy yesterday...had 2 stories...almost lined up a third but resisted the urge to over do it....and after all that, she didn't even come to office.....
today's the day to breathe easy...some villagers decided to burn 2 people alive all night so i dont dare ask for a camera....so i sit here and keep myself pretty....and yeah expect some more posts today.....

yawn....

its a tuesday and i have already lost my zing to do any work... yawn... any suggestions?

its not about who wins or loses, its about passion for the sport....

back from the most fantabulous (spelling?) trip of my life to Saklespur. Near Coorg, if you are not from these parts. On work. Which I initially complained and cribbed about for a bit but now that I'm back, the glow is still going strong.....
it was this car rally with about 45 odd guys in jeeps going through some of the craziest territory. Through virgin forest, mud roads, tracks barely wide enough for one jeep to pass through, tea estates, lakes, ponds, slush. In pouring rain, in barely there drizzle. In absolute peace, fresh air and the most awesome stretch of the Western Ghats you can think of. And I rode standing up in an old battered up jeep for most of the over 5 hr journey for the sheer pleasure of it...
cant wait for the next "Off track rally"...its in Goa apparently. This is the part where be a journalist is beginning to pay off....

after the thrill is gone....

umm...lets see... if i ever do quit journalism, what will i do....i have this urge to open up my own coffee shop...i know i know...it kinda passe but its not going to be just any old coffee shop....
i have it all pictured out in my head. its going to be on a quiet side street. made entirely of brick. no steel and glass for me. with a huge garden around it. and wooden benches so you can sit there for as long as you want. one side is going to have a nice bookshop. this is the only area where i will have sofas. so you can browse as well. in one corner there will be an area where people can have performances. like i could invite a band in on wednesdays to play a couple of songs. a very small band that play soothing music. nothing great. no hoo ha.. or on fridays an up and coming theatre group to have an impromptu performance....
the best part is yet to come though....i plan to have a bakery...yup... i plan to serve fresh baked croissants, breads and yummy brownies....the smell of which will drive you crazy....and im working on my baking skills now.....

ahhhhhhhhh.......................

ok its gng to be a crazy crazy day tomo...and i may not have a job the day after. basically my BIG boss is coming and well i dont think it is gng to b v good for me..... keeping my fingers crossed, blow me a good-luck kiss....

socially depressed...

coined by yours truly to talk about social shyness (atleast that phrase exists right??)... i just realised how much i hate talking to people. not everybody but most people...
some people i switch off from the first word because most often than not i hate going through the process of listening to them from 'go' and having to respond 'appropriately' when i dont care/dont know what they are talking about....
i get the feeling of being held by my hair and dragged into a conversation at times....and i am in the most social of all professions....no not a prostitute silly.....a journalist...yeah i know its one step above, but hey who cares......sigh, the things i get myself into....