19 days to go...
Another lazy sunday, the third (or was it fourth?) one I am writing about.
The sad part of leaving is the farewell parties... A certain committee which thought it was taking its newly inducted juniors for a party suddenly realized that it was actually a farewell for themselves. Sources say they were initially shocked, but upon realizing that they didn't have to pay the bill, were quite relieved.
A sad episode in the external dry run today. Out of 140, only thirty first years turned up for a placement dry run. After all the effort put in by the controls, systems and the ops teams, the mess was empty all night, with no attendence to take the dry run through. I hope things get better, or I won't get a job!
Of course, this ensured that I had lots of Bread Pakodas at 2 in the morning, four at last count, and two lying on the table beside me. So if you want any, and you're a hot girl, please come over to 1132 for some. (Bread Pakodas, I mean)
PS- I apologise for the incoherent nature of this post. After preparing for systems jobs for two hours and soap companies for another two hours (and reading the mission statement of Asian paints for half an hour), it directly reflects the state of my mind.
The sad part of leaving is the farewell parties... A certain committee which thought it was taking its newly inducted juniors for a party suddenly realized that it was actually a farewell for themselves. Sources say they were initially shocked, but upon realizing that they didn't have to pay the bill, were quite relieved.
A sad episode in the external dry run today. Out of 140, only thirty first years turned up for a placement dry run. After all the effort put in by the controls, systems and the ops teams, the mess was empty all night, with no attendence to take the dry run through. I hope things get better, or I won't get a job!
Of course, this ensured that I had lots of Bread Pakodas at 2 in the morning, four at last count, and two lying on the table beside me. So if you want any, and you're a hot girl, please come over to 1132 for some. (Bread Pakodas, I mean)
PS- I apologise for the incoherent nature of this post. After preparing for systems jobs for two hours and soap companies for another two hours (and reading the mission statement of Asian paints for half an hour), it directly reflects the state of my mind.
posted at 2:29 PM
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