A pain in the ass

It all starts on a beautiful summer day in the city (and also an urban legendary place where everything is orange on fridays in fall) of clemson. (for the lesser informed, it is a small smaaaalllll place in the southern state of south carolina in USA).


At 9:43 am my mobile rings. fighting all the sleep, I decide to pick it up since it is my mom calling from India. I talk to her and hang up the phone sayin that I will call her back (which I only remember now that I never called her back!).


I decide it is time to wake up.. oh wait, did I sleep ? with all the work I am up to these days (of eating , sleeping and regularily utilizing my brain in mastering the art of gambling) I have lost the sense of time, and sleep. I remember sleeping sometime last week, But that is all I can remember right now. Well anyways, I tell myself it is time to get started, big day ahead.


I go online immediately, before I brush my teeth, for I do not want to face the wrath of my lord god, who said "thou shall not brush thy teeth, before thee visith the holy place". (And I guess by now you all know what the holy place is. No not the loo you perverts, the virtual world!)


I see miss s and talk to her about what happened yesterday and she ends up amazing me like always, and miss m who I end up yelling at and also threatening to kidnap her children :P (that is a different story for a different day). I see miss r whose wit I try to match, and miserably failing. I dont see my friend p online but I see b who admits that he has turned into a psycho (am happy now that hyderabad wont miss me ;) ). I finally give up and brush my teeth and decide to take a bath.


But I notice that all my clothes are dirty and I needed to do the laundry (any dress worn more than 8 times needs to be cleaned, hence my whole collection needed .. nay deserved a cleaning session) I notice that I do not have either a laundry basket or some sort of a bag to carry the clothes. That is where innovation kicks in. (rather memory of dhoti walas from India) I tie em up in a blanket and carry it on my back all the way to the laundry. downstairs.


I try to fit one months of laundry into a single load, and the machine cant take it. So it is bye bye jeans (and it being summer, i think i can handle it) but now the tricky part, how do I make it start! (I always used the laundromat where all I needed to do was put some coins). I call up my friend and ask him how to start, he explains. I hang up the fone. I realise I hung it up too early, I call him back to ask "when do I put the detergent in". He laughs and tells me, I hang up the phone in embarassment. aah, time for my bath, finally!


And finally an event that had not taken place in over a month, finally took place! And no it is not the first time in a month that I had taken a bath, I actually took a bath yesterday. Yes, It is the first time in a month that I had my bath two days in a row :D (pats myself on my back) And finally I put the clothes in the dryer and get myself clothed and run off to the bus stop to catch the CATBUS to the university.


I get to the university and wait eagerly to punch my time card (which is the only proof that I actually do some work) which cant be punched until 15 minutes before the scheduled time of work.So for the next 10 minutes, I have nothing better to do than watch the clock tick. Really interesting. And finally after punching in I come to the Library where I am scheduled to work.


oh did I mention that I actually had to walk for 15 minutes to the police station and 15 minutes back to the library to actually work!. and after 30 minutes of walk, this is what I find. NO FREAKING CHAIR where I am supposed to do my work. I ask around and some poor old lady does all she can to find the best chair she can. And then I set myself up to 5 hrs of procastinating the stuff that I thought I would do in the library.


4 hrs past, and I cant take it anymore and decide to blog about the day I have had, and here it is. The only solace are the beautiful women who are walking past me. (Damn! women look great in red :D ). Oh well.. getting back to the blog, it took me a good 50 minutes to write (and perhaps make up) the stuff I have been through today.

But where is the "pain in the ass", you ask? Have a look at this.

actual dimensions 8" X 12" and I am a 5ft 10" guy who weighs over 100 kgs.