It's December…Christmas is here…!
And we are going home for the season! Yoohoo!
We booked the tickets two months
in advance as season tickets are staggeringly expensive. Well we had been
religiously methodical and highly proactive about setting a reminder to be the
first ones to book when the online ticket window opened. We are always the people
straight out of ‘Seven Habits of Highly Effective People’ when it comes to
booking tickets to go home. And it goes without saying that we reserve this habit
for booking etickets only.
So what really happened was, in
the early hours of the first of December, a new project kick started at office.
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| The expression when new project was announced |
All of November, I was trying to wind up official stuff and prepare mentally
for the forthcoming intellectual freedom. Like someone said Man Proposes,
Office Disposes. By the look of some people, wrinkles on their foreheads and
the complex(mostly pointless) words written on some documents I realized that
it was not going to be a smooth ride to the airport. I am supposed to write and
deliver a certain code just before I exit for vacation.
For those lucky people who do not
work in software, a new project means this:
1. Somebody’s brain child is
converted into a task list with the names of victims (commonly called software engineers) against it.
2. They seem to have no idea what life
was like before it.(I swear we were just fine)
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3. It is always on HIGH PRIORITY.
There is nothing called a low or medium priority project.
As far as software projects are
concerned, people do not believe in postponing them to start ceremoniously
after the New Year.
So here I am, bound in a file,
eloquently named ‘Task Assignment’. But my hope is still looking up. Amidst all
this, there is Christmas purchase, expenses that came out of nowhere, the tree
which had to be decorated, toddler who has to be kept away from the tree and
the ceiling fan and geyser pipe which collectively declared strike this week.
All year Muscat is warm and when it starts getting cold the geyser screws up.
Being a highly effective person does not give me more skin to endure the biting
cold so among all this chaos I have to keep up with the maintenance guys whom
I suspect to have hibernated for the season.
To complete the mess, the sudden
change in climate brought with it all kinds of viruses so I am also coughing
and sneezing as I type this. I am pretty sure my keyboard is now the dance
floor of the most vivacious germs. It may even turn into breeding
ground at night.
I am also gearing up for the
major event that is packing for vacation. And this activity is  |
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In movies, when a guy gets banished from the family, he walks out leaving
all his stuff behind taking with him just his ego. However when a girl runs
away from home she has her stuff. Some of it are sent through cargo.
But this is strictly restricted to movies, my
friends. During packing we realize that a whopping 65% of the space is occupied
by the superficially free spirited, supposedly ‘light’ traveler husband with
his shoes alone that needs a cargo box. However when I pack few extra earrings
the most undeserving one speaks loudest. Have I told you that everyone in my
house go completely out of their minds while I pack (which includes THEIR
stuff)?
I need to take a vacation alone just to pack
in peace.
So, how do I pack for my packing
vacation?
