Little work and a little fun

This one utterly boring day I was sitting in the office chewing the blue cap of my Reynolds 045. A lady entered my cabin and introduced herself. I reciprocated. I got up from the chair, shook hands and told her my name and designation. She left after a small chat. While leaving, she looked at the name plate on the door and smiled. She looked pleased.

Anand wasn’t there that day.



A few days later I sensed déjà-vu.

‘Sir, I don’t think that they’ve sent us the correct data’, she said as she stormed into my cabin.

She was excited about something. I looked up at her pretending to know what she was talking about. Her expressions suggested that the paper in her hand was the source of her excitement.

She glanced at me for a moment and continued, ‘Look at this sir. I don’t understand how can there be such a huge difference between…’

Strange! Why isn’t she wearing lipstick today? And the ear rings! Weren’t they supposed to be a little bigger? And the make-up, it’s gone too. Where’s her necklace? Has she been mugged? Something’s not right…

‘…and then they said they had miscalculated some of the…’

Now, the brain’s a bitch you know, keeps yapping of what it is told not to. Before it could go further down and complete a full body scan of her, she interrupted.

‘Sir?’

‘Umm… Yes?’ I replied pretending to be listening.

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Call and ask them to give the edited data’

‘I’m on it, sir.’

She closed the cabin door behind her. I watched her walk through the glass walls and then burst out in laughter.

Anand was sitting beside me, not at all comprehending what was going on. “What the fuck, man!” he exclaimed. “Who the hell is she and why is she taking your orders?”

“Chill bro, this boring office needs some entertainment.” I grinned.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?” he enquired still in disbelief.

“I will. Just wait for the right time.” I replied with a crooked smile.

Later that day we found her on our way to the canteen. She paced up to me and reported that she had solved the issue. “Good work Mrs. Neetha” I told her as I let her go with a few words of appreciation. Anand gave up asking questions.

A few weeks later I met her again.

“So you are an intern student?” She asked, half embarrassed half angry. Finally she ended up grinning.

“Apparently yes and next time don’t confuse an intern student with your boss. Ha!” I laughed as she walked away with inexpressible fury.

I laughed. Anand laughed too. He got the point I guess.

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