Before I start,
– I’m referring to my 6 months internship, and not my job. -(1)
– From equation 1, it is evident that I don’t have a lot of work, so this is pretty much a spectator’s view. 😛
Back in college, I used to be (and still am, duh) a big fan of the TV show, The Office (US). For those of you who don’t know about it, this show is almost entirely shot in the office of a paper company, and has all the ingredients of any corporate office:
1. Receptionist (Yes, female. Yes, cute.)
3. Sales people, Accountants
4. The boss, and the protagonist of the show, Michael Scott !
It’s the kind of show which doesn’t have any audience laughs, like in Friends, or That 70’s show. It all looks real, which amplifies its humour quotient massively.
So when I first came to my office, I’d painted myself a mental picture of how it would be. Who’d be the one to get pranked, who’d be the girl to stare at, etc.
Next thing you know, I’m sending a text to Rishav and Gunjeet (Office fans), “Dude, the office is great..on Television ! :|”
Seriously guys, it was a disappointment. Right from the vanilla receptionist, to the boring employees.
I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them, as such. But when you watch shows like The Office, or too much Hollywood, it’s no good. No one wearing a black tux and moving around conspicuously, like in The Matrix. No packages from unknown people, no calls from anonymous secret agents, instructing you every movement, as you hang on to your life, and breath.
But it’s been a month now, and I’m starting to notice some funny patterns. For instance, I can assure you, that the longest hour in the day is from 2 pm to 3 pm. It directly follows my happiest and favorite hour of the entire day, from 1 pm – 2 pm, THE LUNCH BREAK !
Starting from 2, any person you talk to, just anyone, would yawn atleast twice, every minute. Even your boss. Effect of the rice, I suppose. The whole office, during that hour, falls into a sullen silence, as if half-asleep. I, myself, start day-dreaming about sleep.
But then, the chaiwala approaches, at around 3.30, to every desk. The moment the tea touches your lips, all hell breaks loose. Suddenly phones start ringing, people are getting up (read waking up) from their chairs, up and about, scurrying here and there. It’s as if we’re all Popeyes, and the chaiwala gave spinach to all of us. Like we were all in a dream, with the tea giving us the kick.
And about the girls, well, there’s only one worth the stare. ONE.
No wait, there’s more…she happens to be the daughter of the managing director of the company. Period.
I feel like I’m lying in a desert, and the one pouch of water belongs costs a million bucks.(which i obviously don’t have.) As if I have Mark Zuckerberg’s laptop, but I don’t have the password. As if she’s on top of a skyscraper, without stairs or an elevator. (don’t ask me how she got there)
It’s okay. There’re a lot more things you can do in office. One of them is blogging about it. 🙂