:| So it was just another day in office. The previous day I had slept at 3:30am so I was dead tired , ready to collapse into bed and go into a heavenly slumber .. I realized this as I was dozing off, I mean taking a power nap session in my chair. Well 3:30 am :O it wont be previous day , it will be that day only, well all the troubles and hardship I make my poor solo body suffer .
So coming to my power-nap session, I suddenly realized that my power nap session was going on in full visibility of all the ppl moving around the sitting area ( ppl need to move a bit so that they can also take a comfortable posture and go to sleep ). Understanding the bad implications of having witnesses for such incidences, I decided to go for the supreme sacrifice of my urge to sleep and assumed a zombie like stance and focused my moronic stare on my computer monitor. Realizing how difficult this task was I decided to take a small walk before continuing with my zombie like stance and moronic stare. And so I started my walk towards the Pantry Room.
On the way I met a colleague who was kind enough to point out my zombie looks and started wondering aloud the reasons behind it. With a kindness which was matching his (on second thoughts exceeding his kindness), I asked him to mind his own business and continued my stagger towards kitchen. Somewhere on the way to kitchen, I thought why not take the help of trusted caffeine to control my heavenly urges. This brainwave powered my next two steps when I hit the wall well not literally just figuratively. Coffee from vending machine needs money, not exactly money as in a round figure of 10 bucks or so but exact change of 75 cents that too in denominations of 5, 10 & 25 ( no cents )and there was a very less chance of me carrying 75 cents in this denomination in my pocket. So as I reeled from the impact, I saw HP giving the (now) famous moronic stare in zombie stance to his monitor. So I somehow reached, woke him up and begged/pleaded for 75 cents. HP’s belief in People empowerment rather than disbursing financial aid (stinginess is a more apt word) led him to give me a coffee of bottle powder ( I mean bottle of coffee powder ) and I trudged towards the kitchen.. In the kitchen I filled the plastic glass with hot water, kept it on the table and was about to fill it with the creamer and sugar that I realized the glass was moving towards my outstretched palm in the same way Luke Skywalker had pulled his light saber … I shook myself awake, pinched myself hard , went and again woke up HP and revealed him about my jedi capabilities and we discussed whether there is any way my midi-chlorians count can be measured.
I came back to pantry room and tried again.. Lo!!! the Jedi Power still held supreme , the glass was still coming towards my palm. With my faith resting in my supreme jedi abilities, I leapt forward with a cup of coffee, well not exactly leapt but trundled forward to fight another day at office . well it was not exactly a day , more of 3 hrs or so :|
p.s : This was originally posted somewhere in 2007 during the *good old days* in the much maligned yahoo blog
So coming to my power-nap session, I suddenly realized that my power nap session was going on in full visibility of all the ppl moving around the sitting area ( ppl need to move a bit so that they can also take a comfortable posture and go to sleep ). Understanding the bad implications of having witnesses for such incidences, I decided to go for the supreme sacrifice of my urge to sleep and assumed a zombie like stance and focused my moronic stare on my computer monitor. Realizing how difficult this task was I decided to take a small walk before continuing with my zombie like stance and moronic stare. And so I started my walk towards the Pantry Room.
On the way I met a colleague who was kind enough to point out my zombie looks and started wondering aloud the reasons behind it. With a kindness which was matching his (on second thoughts exceeding his kindness), I asked him to mind his own business and continued my stagger towards kitchen. Somewhere on the way to kitchen, I thought why not take the help of trusted caffeine to control my heavenly urges. This brainwave powered my next two steps when I hit the wall well not literally just figuratively. Coffee from vending machine needs money, not exactly money as in a round figure of 10 bucks or so but exact change of 75 cents that too in denominations of 5, 10 & 25 ( no cents )and there was a very less chance of me carrying 75 cents in this denomination in my pocket. So as I reeled from the impact, I saw HP giving the (now) famous moronic stare in zombie stance to his monitor. So I somehow reached, woke him up and begged/pleaded for 75 cents. HP’s belief in People empowerment rather than disbursing financial aid (stinginess is a more apt word) led him to give me a coffee of bottle powder ( I mean bottle of coffee powder ) and I trudged towards the kitchen.. In the kitchen I filled the plastic glass with hot water, kept it on the table and was about to fill it with the creamer and sugar that I realized the glass was moving towards my outstretched palm in the same way Luke Skywalker had pulled his light saber … I shook myself awake, pinched myself hard , went and again woke up HP and revealed him about my jedi capabilities and we discussed whether there is any way my midi-chlorians count can be measured.
I came back to pantry room and tried again.. Lo!!! the Jedi Power still held supreme , the glass was still coming towards my palm. With my faith resting in my supreme jedi abilities, I leapt forward with a cup of coffee, well not exactly leapt but trundled forward to fight another day at office . well it was not exactly a day , more of 3 hrs or so :|
p.s : This was originally posted somewhere in 2007 during the *good old days* in the much maligned yahoo blog
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