Oh well, it’s 12 noon; I have an hour to write some. I make a mental note to do something which I’m trying to recall. Uh, what was is it again?… Ah, yes I have to print a new cheque book from the ATM; my rent is due. My agent sends me a message saying that the rent has increased. I reply, “How so, did you increase the size of the room”? He says, “I only increased your rent by a 100 bucks. The rents for the other tenants have increased by…..” and he goes on to tell me the exact amounts of the new rent. Yawn, like I care. I have lived in this place for the past two years. 2015 will be my third year. The walls are starting to feel like they are closing in. I think I need to to make the place feel at home once again. So I make a plan, more like procrastinate. I decide to change the color of the wall to something different; maybe white, off white, baby blue? I go online, find some samples and send the photos to my friend. Let’s call her Wembley. She calls me Fraggle. Or is it the other way round? I’ll have to ask her. Anyway, I send Wembley some photos to help me decide which color to use. She says white is too immaculate; “people who paint their houses white don’t like kids very much”, she says. Well, I love kids, but I can teach them not to touch the walls, can’t I?
That would be very bad of me seeing as I spent most of my childhood defacing the walls of our house. My parents didn’t mind though. Dear, God if you’re reading this please don’ let my kids do the same to me. Phew! it’s 12:13pm. I’m hungry; I think I’ll take my lunch break now. By lunch I mean roasted turkey salad (what in the world, I need meat!) and most certainly two cups or more of green tea afterwards.
12:48pm: Lunch break is over. I’m not sure what I ate – I order this salad from a coffee shop across the street. Normally it comes with a very small amount of macaroni. Lately, it’s been looking more like macaroni salad with slices of turkey on the side. Green tea is brewing in my mug engraved with the signs “Do Not Disturb” on one side of the mug and “Out of Order” on the other. Sublime messages are not my really my thing, but that’s a cool mug. The office is getting cold; I check my weather app and it says 27°C. I work in a skyscraper so there’s a fat chance I’m writing this from the stratosphere.
2:15pm: I take a break to delve into my myriad of thoughts in search of any pending task I am supposed to have accomplished this week. So far, it’s only the cheque book and this is a good sign. “There must be something else”, I say. I think very hard and try to come up with something. So far, there’s nothing…Oh wait, I have an overdue assignment on Fluid Mechanics to hand in. I have to write to my supervisor; I want to ask him to give me more time to get it done. Phew!