Lazy me...

My tenancy contract expires tomorrow and I haven’t yet found a place to move into. I didn’t even make an attempt to search for an apartment. I think I would end up on road this weekend. Damn.

My Visa label is at office, 15 minutes of walk from the client’s site. I haven’t got the Visa stuck on my Passport during the whole week. Damn. My insurance expired three weeks ago. I haven’t yet renewed it. Damn.

‘N’ says that some are good at some things while the others are good at other things and may be I am not good at getting things done. I am yet to find what I am good at. Actually, I am not sure if there is anything I am good at... But, I think I am not good at finding the thing I am good at.

If you happen to come across this guy, please keep away from him. He is the laziest, most irresponsible and most undependable person in the whole galaxy.

Damn.

DAMN.

Formal Friday

February 29 - Formal Friday - The day I came to know that I do not have a decent formal wear and that I am living in Jeans and T-Shirts. I even thought of borrowing a jacket for the day from V. V is a person whom I am not able to picture in any costume other than formal suits. He wears suits day in and day out. All Sales Managers do so, don’t they? I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tells me that V goes to gym in his suits.

Rummaging through my wardrobe, I found a pair of pants about whose existence I had forgotten long back. Grey pants and black shirt. Though not exactly formal, it was not casual.

'A' and 'N' wore suit. 'A' later confessed that it was his marriage suit. 'P' wore 'T’s tie. A few even wore bowtie. 'C' was in his usual jeans and fluorescent T-Shirt.

I decided that I will lose some weight so that getting into the grey pants will not be as difficult as it was on Friday. But... I have made the same promise to myself a million times before. Damn.