Venting out

New year is always a good enough a reason to start a new blog...which is almost like another means of venting out one's frustration. This Sunday was seemed like a perfect day. But ;little did I know that it'd be such a nightmare. Best friend (1) and I had plans to meet at the PVR Priya complex, (fondly caled Priya's... never mind the incorrectness of the grammar in question). Firstly, a loser came and asked if I'd go accompany him to RPM (an extremely LS disc). That was a reason enough to ask him to f*** o**. As and when Best Friend came, we went on a shopping spree, only to be pulled down by one phone call. It was my editor. There was a major fuck up with the page I had edited. Had the mistake gone, the company would have surely asked for my resignation the next day. But thankfully, the printing press had been lazing around, (it was a Sunday and like all good offices that are open on Sundays, mine too loves taking it easy on weekends. Anyway, the error was rectified, thanks to Boss.

I am supposed to go to office tomorrow. This time, I am feeling a bit awkward. Not that I have goofed up for the very first time, just that Boss is a darling and doesn't scream. Somehow, I find it a more difficult situation to handle. Had she been screaming and shouting, I'd have vented out by cursing. But her attitude gives me reasons to work harder for her. Let's hope the last day of the year has something good in store for me. Not that I have high hopes, but still