Talked too soon...
Talked too soon. This morning around 1 a.m., after I have just turned off the PC, the boss called. Some stupid data line needs to be fixed. I looked at the sky, it doesn't look too friendly, it was an angry sort of reddish grey colour. Earlier in the evening, I was drenched in the rain on my way back.
I dragged myself downstairs, got a cab whose driver looked at me very suspiciously, reached the office and did my stuff. Calling some people here and there, and doing some technical tests, I had no one but shadows for companions. Lucky the Seventh Month was over.
Finally, I reached home at around 4 a.m. and congratulated myself for a speedy job in restoring that line. There were times that when it was done, it was time to visit the kopitiam for breakfast.
No, I am not going to talk about it again.
3 Comments:
I had such a vivid image of you going out to work under that red sky. The loneliness of it. The inevitability. Nice writing.
DP, I wish I can talk about winning the lottery. I always dream about winning it, hehehe!!
Hi patry francis,
thanks for dropping by.
Glad you like this piece of writing.
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