So I've been missing in action...(missing out on action is more like it!) and I could attribute it to the fact that I was supposed to be on vacation, or I could just tell you the truth.
Courts were shut for a month and EVERYBODY..and I do mean E V E R Y B O D Y was vacationing. M jetted off to Mauritius, A's boss was in South Africa, some others went to the less exotic spots in India, T went back home down south and I was wondering where to head off.
Except that I didn't. Nowhere!! Zip! Zilch! NOTHING!!!!!!! I did not go anywhere in a month long holiday!!!! The curious reader may wonder what it was that I then did for an entire month!!!
I WORKED!!!!!
I know, it sounds terrible and I agree, it was. Its not like I didn't want to go out someplace, its just that I couldn't. Boy, for all his promises of not touching a single file through June worked with greater gusto than ever. M (not the Mauritius one, the less lucky soul) came down with an eye infection that nicely popped up with regular frequency each time we made a plan for even a weekend getaway. Yes, seriously, bloody nasty infection, I am sure it had its spies planted on my mobile, my comp and even on me coz every time I rescheduled our plan for a time by when the doc had advised the infection would go away, it popped right back up like a horrible bad penny. You have to give it marks for perseverance, if nothing else. Yes, yes I know the victim here is M who suffered the infection and not me, but seriously, I think I suffered it in equal measure. But I am all praise for the kind organization the Great Indian Outdoors, who not only rescheduled my plan thrice for 3 different weekends, but also sweetly, without a single murmur refunded the entire money. I highly recommend the people for their kindness and efficiency.
So what with M and Boy and everyone else bolting from every plan, I too decided to then drown my sorrows in my work. Boy's sis, a non legal professional, rightly so, thinks of us as major frauds. You would too if you partied on weeknights and worked during a month long vacation and your idea of getting off early from work meant getting out at 9 p.m. But I digress.
So, work. Yes the one all consuming activity. Mercifully I love it, so I dont complain, but of late the atmosphere in my office was anything but congenial. My boss is a sweetheart, I adore him. He's the perfect blend of a boss, daddy, drinking buddy and an ace lawyer. But above all, he's a great human being. The other colleagues are a different ball game altogether. So the vacations saw me working, not too hard but hard enough for vacations, sobbing a lil over work, squabbling with Boy over "where we're headed" and generally wallowing in misery. Of course this over and above the making plans, canceling, rescheduling, canceling, rescheduling....you get the drift.
Finally, when Boy and I, despite being in love with each other, couldn't stand the sight of each other, decided to take it easy for a bit.
Just to put things in perspective lets tell you the ground reality. Boy is staunchly against DA. Not PDA (Public Display of Affection), but DA (Display of Affection) in general. He assumed I know he loves me. Of course i know that and he dare not try otherwise, but like every other woman, I too need to be told/ reminded/ advertised on a blimp that he does. So he could go for days without calling/ messaging/ meeting/ talking and I swear at times I could kill him. I am not the clingy kinds, but for all my Superwomaness, I need to hear that he loves me once in a millennium. So I took to calling him 3 times a day and his laidbackness irritated the hell outta me. Torn between the idea of meeting him nicely and ripping his eyes out on seeing him, we decided to take it easy for a while. It did help that he echoed my sentiments to the letter. So now we dont talk everyday and we dont meet everyday and somehow, its worked. He calls up on his own and wants to meet. You dont know how big a breakthrough it is to have him take initiative. Seriously, if only you knew Boy you'd be able to appreciate the magnitude of the progress.
So now Boy tries and get done with work early on and we still dont meet. We look forward to the weekend when we could probably catch up on a meal or talk or just relax, in fact today Boy wrapped up court and smuggled lunch with me. So its nice.
In fact that's him calling to head out for a chat and then dinner at his sis' place. Gotta run. Toodles.
