2009-09-25

drowning in work

Everything is neatly laid out when I get back to the room. The laundry is taken care of. Fresh towels and sheets every day. Food is delivered right in the room. I dont have to wash the dishes after dinner, nor do I have to pay for it. I even have a ride at my disposal.. to wherever, whenever. Definitely is paradise, aint it? Wrong. This is one dead place and it is getting into my head. Somehow this whole thing seems like a conspiracy to keep me working all the time :-/

I miss the ride to office and back. I miss the thrice-a-week detour to the beach. I miss fixing myself breakfast. I miss feeding the cat. I miss _my_ life. Shyte.

This hotel room is driving me mad. Want to get back. Real real bad. :-/

4 comments:

Kausikram Krishnasayee said...

whera are you, matey!

Mon Espace said...

Jump on the mattress...splash around singing in the tub...use all the shampoo..smell the fresh towels...get out, ring random doorbells and take refuge in your room!! ;)

Da Rodent said...

@kausik: coimbatore.. :-S I actually got back home for a week, and back here.. :-S

@monespace: haha.. I hate the tub.. never liked it :P Yes yes, random doorbells is uber fun. hehe.. try ordering food/drink/* for someother room :P Most of these hotels dont have the stuff to identify the room from which the call is coming :P

Mon Espace said...

haha...excellent!