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restroom adventures

Stamped: 9:33 PM

oh, i have done it a lot of times before. just that this time i decided to make it public, ahem rather more public. this 'harkat' is often considered benchmark for nuiances by my fellows. though i have done things more gross than this one, but to maintain decorum of this blog, lets not push it, and stick to this one

this all happened few days back. most of u wud know, how difficult these post lunch sessions are. you just can keep ur eyes open. and wat makes matters worse, nice comfortable chairs in cool, calm ambience. perfect to take you in 'aagosh of nidra devi'. oh it was just one of those days, i was wasting time till late the night before, somehow managed to get the bus to the office in the morning, and as usual didnt feel like working. though i didnt have much work that day but like anyone else, my boss gets some kind of sadistic pleasure when he sees me sitting on my chair even though i stare aimlessly and with zero productivity in my moniter. and if you ask to leave early he will give you a face so disgusted, that even mrs lincon wudnt have given being asked upon about the play.

yeah, i was yawning majorly. oh i am yawning even now *yawwwwwwwwwn*. anyways back to topic. i was yawning and desperatly wanted to sleep. and darn them, unlike few companies, mine does not provide basic infrastructure like dorm to thr employees. and i knew it can be suicidal and appriasal killer to sleep on desk, for two reasons mainly. this boss is new and not much aware of my sleeping-in-meetings syndrome and second and more important one, he is more strict and pain. poor me :(

even in that lathargic mood my head was working like a F1 car, to think of an alternate place. yeah yeah, all u intellugent ass by now must have guessed what place i m talking about. and for the dumber ones, i'll make the task easy. it was a commode. its not as gross as it sounds. in software companies, you have nice clean toilets, with seats shining as if they are just polished by mercury and air smelling really good. and hygiene factor is much higher that wat you'll usually find in a bachelor's apartment.

so it was in that moment, i swiped out of ODC(offshore development centre) and headed straight to restroom. then i ensured it was empty and then looked for the most dry and clean one i could find. i placed the lid over the seat, and rested my ass comfortably on it. put an alarm of half an hour, and slided my head to rest over flush. and zzzzz...

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