{"id":236,"date":"2003-01-27T18:09:00","date_gmt":"2003-01-27T18:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/01\/rats\/"},"modified":"2003-01-27T18:09:00","modified_gmt":"2003-01-27T18:09:00","slug":"rats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/01\/rats\/","title":{"rendered":"Rats!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Coming back to the office after a hiatus, however brief it might be, is &#8230;.ummm, i am always bad with analogies&#8230;.it&#8217;s kind of a Rip-Van-Winkle-ish experience. You know, the guy who slept for 20 years and came back to his native village and found his infant daughter a married woman, and his friends dead and stuff. This feeling is kind of like that. <\/p>\n<p>    No dead people around HERE of course. And yes, I do realise that part of it is my paranoia up in arms, and the other part is my guilty conscience&#8230;but still.<\/p>\n<p>    The worst thing is when people don&#8217;t ask where you had been. It&#8217;s kind of like &#8220;Oh, we already know what you&#8217;ve been. Welcome back. Oh, and guess what? You&#8217;ve been fired. &#8221; I know this sounds funny, but it&#8217;s just the way I react.<\/p>\n<p>    Part of this goes back to my school-days. People might beg to disagree, but history notes that Beatzophreniac, in his pre-beatzo days, was a sincere, diligent, hardworking, conscientious individual. He did not bunk school. He did not read comics in class ( actually, he did, but history can be altered to suit one&#8217;s point of view) And he most definitely didn&#8217;t bunk work to go to quiz fests.<br \/>\n    ( I don&#8217;t think my Science teacher from the Tenth is reading this )<br \/>\n    Anyway, in those oddball situations when I bunked classes&#8230;horror of horrors, the day would usually be a major one, with something like a Class Test being over, or a major reshuffling of seating spaces, with the absentee ( ME! ) being relegated to sharing a bench with the smelliest guy in class. ( no, that wasn&#8217;t me )<\/p>\n<p>    Enough history. We were talking about the office.<\/p>\n<p>    Right, so I was late today. Was supposed to be back in town on Saturday&#8230;of course that was a barefaced lie for leave&#8217;s sake. So skulked into the office at noon, and decided to have lunch before starting off with work. <\/p>\n<p>    Major shock to my biological rhythm: seems we have to be in our office by 8 AM. EIGHT AM!!! Jeez!!! Seems the boss wants more afternoon time&#8230;.and we&#8217;ll be having breakfast in the office. Jeez!!!! So, everybody, take note. I will be available in my office between 8 and 4 everyday. <\/p>\n<p>    The inhumanity!!!!<\/p>\n<p>    Another bombshell: The load-balancer design meeting got over in the morning without me! Aaaaaaaargh!<\/p>\n<p>    Seems somebody made a resolution: No Yahoo Messenger for a week!!!<\/p>\n<p>    Skeetered around the office trying to figure out exactly how many people know I went to Saarang and how many don&#8217;t. The reason being, my official excuse is that I had gone to Chennai to meet this uncle who had come over for an operation&#8230;yada yada yada&#8230;.Turns out The Boss doesn&#8217;t know anything about it. Inspite of people shouting &#8220;How much did you win?&#8221; at inopportune moments. Dunno how long that will last.<\/p>\n<p>     One more resolution. I will be honest with myself. Will work properly!!!!!!!!!<\/p>\n<p>     Load Balancer, here I come.<\/p>\n<p>(For those who wonder what a Load Balancer is, check out <i>http:\/\/www.zeus.com<\/i> for details )<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Coming back to the office after a hiatus, however brief it might be, is &#8230;.ummm, i am always bad with analogies&#8230;.it&#8217;s kind of a Rip-Van-Winkle-ish experience. 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