Have you ever:

1. Felt that you were made for better things than 'Ctrl+Tab'bing between excel sheets and powerpoints and trying to compile never-ending reports which you always knew would end up in trash, unopened?
2. Felt you deserved a long, fully-paid vacation in an exotic location for putting up with your boss/es, colleagues, peers and DR's mood swings and manifestations of nicotine deprivation? (theirs, not yours, silly)
3. Felt you were the most under-utilized, under-rated and over-worked employee of the year?
4. Felt like giving it all up and sitting at home - reading chick-lit, watching back-to-back episodes of SATC, Friends and others?
5. Felt like you'd have been better off in the Jane Austen-ish, Victorian era where all you had to do was dress up (or down) for meals and everything in between? (Actually, even I'm not sure how I'd like a life of just that - plus I cannot sew a button back on, forget anything else: case in point those abandoned trousers at the back of my wardrobe; so maybe, I'm not all that Victorian either)

Life's ironies:

1. Your workpile hits the roof when you've just gotten back from a nice, long vacation. So what's the point in going on one, when you're anyway going to be back to your dreary, disgusted self in a day's time?
2. You have your worst acne breakouts when you've got a : a.) wedding - friend's, or worse still your own (I've just been through this, and therefore it tops my list), b.) very crucial, long-elusive date, c.) job interview - even worse if its on VC - your zit's magnified twenty times over!, d.) meet-the-(already-hate-you) parents lunch lined up- now they have another excuse - 'she's got a very dangerous and extremely contagious skin-disease that could contaminate our whole progeny!', 'hamaare khandaan ki izzat multani mitti mein mil jaayegi!!', e.)
3. Your pickup, which is usually fashionably late, arrives just as you're about to hit your creative climax - which is now. Ciao! Shall continue...