If it was a 25-day Caribbean holiday (mum says you always have to dream big, that’s beside the point though) coming back to work would have been a dread and almost a matter to contemplate desertion.
However, going back to work after staying at home for being a rather, how shall I put it, ‘a difficult patient,’ my office desk seems like that dreamlike Caribbean beachside café.
You can probably tell that the reason for being holed up was more than just a matter of borderline psychosis, rather it was an urgent requirement of overhauling malfunctioning body parts.
Anyway, my dusty desk, my precious meeting doodle, my stress-balls, my tens of dysfunctional pens, my colourful post-it pads, my almost deaf office help who can do a Houdini at a moment’s notice, my advertisement executives betting their lives on content support — I missed them all.
But I missed my shazam teammates. “Nothing to worry boss all under control” was like a soothing balm on my throbbing temples. “Boss hurry back your dragons are breathing fire,” --such a bliss; I have trained them well. Everything looks pretty fine on the surface, it’s the inner cracks I am worried about.
As soon as the niceties and courtesies are done, chocolates devoured and the sugar highs waned, the emails are opened, and an almost hypoglycaemic level reached when the ever smiling ad Tweedledum and Tweedledee walk in with immediate pressing matters.
But at this moment in time, I love them all, especially my colleagues who did a fantastic job this week.
Don’t forget to read our style council on how to flaunt bags, then a shop special on our favourite ‘deshi’ sari store Tangail Saree Kutir, and some yummylicious date recipe, which you can do with your Ramadan leftovers.
Happy reading Lifestyle.