Lab Adventures

Both highlights of the day happened in the lab at work today. Before the luncheon intermission, I managed to bump my head very badly on the razor-sharp blades of one of the testers. Great men leave their legacy in some form or another. In my case, they were in the forms of three strands of my not-so-luxuriant hair on the bloodied blades. A narcissist trip to the restroom showed me that the tester had indeed sindoorofied me with the original sindoor, unlike the sissy version used by most Indian wives. Of course, the 'ritual' was followed by KK asking me the usual "What have you been smoking?"

The other event happened when there was not a soul there. My friends on the east coast were probably smugly in bed, and here I was, trying to figure out which directory a certain file was in. Unfortunately, only one soul in the entire cosmos knows the secret location. So, I had to disturb him probably from his nice homely family dinner with my SOS signal. But, alas, I do not speak Vietnamese English yet, and so after umpteen attempts at linguistic analysis over the phone, I gave up, hung up the phone and shouted obscenities to an empty room, that echoed them back to me, yeah in English.

PS: And the day ends brilliantly as Orkut announces to me as nonchalantly as possible that today's fortune for me is: Behind an able man, there are always other able men.