I'm in a bad mood today, and I suppose it shows..
Our office is turning into a little "diwaniya".. It's like the whole management decided our room is their "gahwa sha3biya".
Now don't get me wrong, I like em all.. Ok I like most of them.. Really. They're nice, friendly people and we do get along. I'm usually fine with reading, writing, talking on the phone while overhearing them talk about their spouses, their stocks, their kids, their latest jokes, their new mobiles, Sabah al Ahmed.. or whatever. In fact I enjoy it.
It's just that on days like this, when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and when I have around 400 pages to proofread, I expect to come here to an empty, quiet, colleagues-free office, sit on my pink desk, have only my manuscripts, my blue pen, my PC, my music, and my apple.
Is that too much to ask, people?
I'm still at the office.. And look at me.. Instead of finishing chapter 2, here I am.. blogging.
Shame on me!