Here we go again….

ADAD: I don’t want to go to work I hate it

Drops-of -rain: what happened?

ADAD: long story -I don’t like ADG

Drops-of -rain: okie. am all ears

ADAD: hence the new bloggy to rant about work and other things

Drops-of -rain: oh.. Send me the link

ADAD: nope I blog anonymously maybe you’ll stumble across it sometime

Drops-of -rain: screw you

ADAD:

ADAD: blogging anonymously really loosens your tongue or should I say hand?

try it

Ah! The joys of blogging anonymously! Now I can rant, bitch, whine without caring about people getting mad at me. If you think I am someone you know then I am not her . My old blog was neglected by my laziness and me caring a little too much about what other people think. Ok, fine no excuses I was lazy, I will try and not be so anymore.

So let’s start with the basics:

My name: I am A dit, A dot ; the heady substance which came up with this pseudonym please take a bow . And about my real name.. Hmm, well think booze, racing cars and a very popular song (which people sing to me and I hate the song!)

Ze family: Mom, dad, sister and cat all everyone else are far, far away. Oh, and I am not talking about physical distance here, even though that might be the case. They have all faded into the background but are still there. But call it the generation gap or some such thing – we don’t see eye to eye on many things and we are inches away from confrontation (that’s another post by the way). The sister who is referred to as the brat, the creature and the like, is very distant and is my polar opposite. We don’t talk as much as siblings should – we just live and let live and now it’s easier to ignore each other with the distance.

The work: I am suppose to be a journalist but I don’t feel like one with the work that I am forced to do. I work at a newspaper owned by a politician’s brother/nephew and now they want to go national – Yay! Joy! but setting up your office in Delhi doesn’t make you a national paper. Duh!

The place is nice enough; there are a few people I like – drops-of-rain (dor), phan-kee-girl (pkg), lost-and-never-found (lnf) who make it worth my while who entertain and keep me going. And of course there is “The Muzz”, we sleep together , she’s my roommate and colleague and its so nice to have her around. We are too different people with different views on things but somehow we get along just fine. More about all of them in my forthcoming posts. Now, it’s a tragedy that we all work in different departments so we don’t get to see each other much and that makes me feel lonely, I am left out all the time and I hate eating alone.

My team in office is ok; we have a great understanding amongst us but the dictates of the new regime will tear that apart. Al-dogmatic-general is setting colleague versus colleague and this is really killing the work environment. The general, who I respected who is strict and very suave disappointed me greatly that day the first instant was when he texts me using the internal messenger.

General : a dit a dot, z miss b(h)ee arnd thr?

( this guy is the editor and is a stickler for perfect grammar and spellings mind you!)

ADAD : yes, she is here Mr. general

( I try a refrain from using titles such as Sir but cant help myself sometimes)

General : plz ask her to cm n c me nw.

(Argh! Wtf was that suppose to mean? You are like 40+ act your age, using SMS lingo does not make you young!)

The second time he pissed me off was when he sent everyone a mail about the excellent work Miss B(h)ee was doing; oh, btw the lady in question spends most of her time talking about her impending marriage to her Mr. Big and does not edit any of the stories right and puts up whatever she gets. She leads this pack of stupid Delhi chicks, as I call them, is busy chattering away to glory at all times. Maybe he likes her because they are both bong. (Just have to say this to them – pocha tikkir deem X-( )

That’s work then; but then there are the times when I get to write and that’s when I know that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I am also called the PTI of my company; I know it all – who is quitting, who hates whom, who is doing whom; but I still abhor gossip

The love life: Non- existent and will continue to stagnate that way. Odd work hours, no leaves and no socializing drives away any hopes of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet. Men are jerks, anyway, (a case of sour grapes, sour grapes make a great whine, btw) so I’ll take staying single and sulking. Then there are the scars and horrid exes but lets not go there.

Here and now : My virtual life is better than my real life. I am always online . I while away my time online -reading blogs, picking arguments and cyber-stalking people .

To know more about me, read on….

P.S: I don’t care if you don’t read/like this blog. A blog to me is about screaming in cyberspace, we scream just for the sake of venting out frustration. Sometimes it’s artistic expression and sometimes its just noise. Let’s see how things turn out.

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