06:45 am - Snoring
07:30 am - Alarm goes off.
07:31 am - Haunted by thoughts of bugs left in the code yesterday.
07:35 am - Sleeping + Brainstorming + Daily Activities (:p)
08:00 am - Pulling roomie's blanket off and dragging her to the bathroom.
08:30 am - Call home.
09:00 am - Leave for office.
09:30 am - Swipe In
10:00 am - Leave cubicle for tea break.
10:30 am - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
11:00 am - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
12:00 noon - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
01:30 pm - Leave cubicle for lunch.
2:30 pm - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
03:30 pm - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
04:00 pm - Leave for coffee break.
04:30 pm - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
05:30 pm - Code\Test\Debug\Research\Simply stare at monitor
06:30 pm - Simply stare at monitor
07:00 pm - Gym
08:00 pm - Leave for home.
08:30 pm - Grocery shopping.
09:00 pm - Watch TV
09:30 pm - Haunted by thoughts of bugs left in the code yesterday.
10:00 pm - Dinner
10:30 pm - Dinner
11:00 pm - Dinner
11:30pm - Dinner
12:00 midnight - Sleep
02:00 am - Dream about bugs left in the code yesterday.
03:00 am - Scream in sleep and scare roomie.
04:00 am - Snoring
06 :00 am - Snoring
06:45 am - Snoring
P.S. : Minute details like susu left to the discretion of the reader!
Showing posts with label routine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label routine. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Routine!
Though I always keep looking for excitment and thrill and something new in life, routine is dear to me too! Mon-Fri fly by. Weekends fly yet faster!! This basically means I am growing old to soon but it's worthy I guess.
Every morning I take the same bus to the station. I have developed a fondness for the conductor. Tall and strong, he comes with that sound of the tool (or whatever you call it) with which they make a hole in the ticket. The sound is like a "Heya! Good Morning" for me. I give him the exact fare. He wears a greyish white stubble. His spectacle perched on his big nose have bifocal glasses and he looks through them at a strange angle. I've seen him only in the khakhi uniform but I reckon had he worn something else he'd look messy. The bag he carries on his shoulder (one holding the tickets and the other change) pulls his shirt down a little exposing a little more of the brown, burnt skin. I wonder if he recognises me too.
Then I take the same train to work. A few similar faces and a few one everyday. I'd smile at the similar one's but they'd doubt I was a terrorist maybe. A lady with short black hair wearing a loose shirt over loosely fit pants stands at the door everyday. She would eaisly pass for a man had she not been in the women's compartment. As I walk down the bridge, coincidently, I land up walking behind the same old man. He walks really slow. I follow his steady steps for a while observing the world racing ahead of him. Then I race ahead too! I've never seen his face because I have never bothered to turn back after moving ahead. From behind all I've seen is that he walks with a stick and has lost most of his hair. He's kinda fat and really ill dressed. Strange that I recognise a man but not his face!
After reaching office I feel sleepy eveyday! I love my routine ;)
Every morning I take the same bus to the station. I have developed a fondness for the conductor. Tall and strong, he comes with that sound of the tool (or whatever you call it) with which they make a hole in the ticket. The sound is like a "Heya! Good Morning" for me. I give him the exact fare. He wears a greyish white stubble. His spectacle perched on his big nose have bifocal glasses and he looks through them at a strange angle. I've seen him only in the khakhi uniform but I reckon had he worn something else he'd look messy. The bag he carries on his shoulder (one holding the tickets and the other change) pulls his shirt down a little exposing a little more of the brown, burnt skin. I wonder if he recognises me too.
Then I take the same train to work. A few similar faces and a few one everyday. I'd smile at the similar one's but they'd doubt I was a terrorist maybe. A lady with short black hair wearing a loose shirt over loosely fit pants stands at the door everyday. She would eaisly pass for a man had she not been in the women's compartment. As I walk down the bridge, coincidently, I land up walking behind the same old man. He walks really slow. I follow his steady steps for a while observing the world racing ahead of him. Then I race ahead too! I've never seen his face because I have never bothered to turn back after moving ahead. From behind all I've seen is that he walks with a stick and has lost most of his hair. He's kinda fat and really ill dressed. Strange that I recognise a man but not his face!
After reaching office I feel sleepy eveyday! I love my routine ;)
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