Saturday, December 24, 2005

Now days when I walk down the East Wing of our office building heads turn to look at who is coming. The same happens when I am in the canteen and at the reception area. People in the West Wing are a trifle busy with work, but I have managed to capture the attention of quite a few busy bodies. This unexpected fame is getting on my nerves. I have never been a very high profile person and I shun the limelight as much as I can. I walk as fast as possible and sink into my cubicle, red all over my face. It’s of no use because, the faster I walk, and the more they seem to notice. I hope they will get used to me sooner than I get used to the stares. All remedial measures have failed and I stand at the brink of desperation. I hope there is something I can do about this mammoth issue that is causing me such ignominy.

My shoes squeak.


First Rain said...

Ah ... I have faced many a `squeaking shoe' problems ... but mostly I find its the flooring that's at fault! :D

Merry Christmas.

Anwesha Chatterjee said...

Thank you!!!!!!!! last Friday i found another guy's shoe sqeaking louder than mine and i realized that there must be a problem with the flooring!

Merry Christmas to you too!