I took the wrong bus today, ran in my purple pumps for half a mile to the correct bus-stop and changed three buses to get to work. It was not the best day to forget to spritz oneself with perfume. In my defense, I was too drowsy from the stupid drugs that I have to take to cure my perenial throat infection.
My stomach has a terrible case of the heebidie-jeebies thanks to the spiced.up.like.nobodys.business Korean food I had on Saturday night.
There is a shooting acute pain in my shins, and I have no clue why.
I have two bank accounts, that 10.86 and 23.31 $ in them.
I think it’s practically hilarious that I can’t even afford a take-away pizza with my current cash flow, let alone an MBA degree- speaking of which I have finally resumed my studies.
And I now officially suck at official GMAT math. I’ll tell you why.
“Marta bought 23-cent and 21-cent pencils for a total of 130 cents. How many of each type did she buy?”
This motherfucking question in TWO variables can apparently be solved with one equation. How? How you ask? By trial and fucking error. My answersheet now reads
207. C. X B you stupid!
So here’s a question-
I bought $257.38 mary-janes and $159.89 espadrilles at a total of $5679.89.
Why don’t you show me how to solve THAT by trial and error eh? Fucking smartasses! Are your brains filled with lard?
Honestly, I am sucking so much at probability (which I used to be so good at, that I tutored and made money out of it). I think my job is dumbifying me. I’m turning into an inflatable plastic doll. A cute doll but a doll nonetheless. I’m getting scared shitless about taking this test, so I haven’t even bothered registering for a date yet.
The shocking pain of realising that I’m a dumass notwithstanding, the weekend was really pleasant.
I stayed in on Friday night (loser!) and fried up a HUGE batch of babycorn nibblets in peppery mozzarella cheese batter. It was delicious. Thank you.
I saw a chickflick after a really long time. My Super Ex-Girlfriend. It was completely stupid, but having said that, I also happen to know some men I’d like to hurl a fully-grown Great White Shark at. Yes you there!
In other administration news, Jups needs to visit the High Commission to have her passport renewed. Miscellaneous immigrations officers (like the Zayed Khan lookalike at Dubai airport) have stamped over all her blue pages and she has no more left for when she embarks on future escapades with her toyboys.
The High Comm here takes only 7 days to renew a passport and I cannot be more impressed! Of course, the application form will take me a dozen days to fill up completely and correctly, but all the same, I feel really good about signing underneath where it says “I solemnly affirm that I owe allegiance to the sovereignity and integrity of India.”
And on that very patriotic note, I shall sign off. Happy Independence Day, in advance!
Here’s hoping for a better, more glorious India where women may some day walk without being eve-teased, politicians may work for the people and tax laws won’t suffocate the middle-class!