Few things don’t change

One of those days in office when the production issues were raining. Extension phones were sounding like non-stop FM. Calls upon calls. Managers were walking up and down the floor reliving Murphy’s law “When you don't know what to do, walk fast and look worried”.  One of them even was preparing some power point presentation. I was really clueless on how would that help come out of this crisis. However as long as he doesn’t intervene, we were better. Suddenly one of the senior managers dragged me to a meeting room to evaluate the situation. Questions showered on me. Suddenly my mobile rang. I attended the call “Sir, I am Monica calling from KDHTC bank. We are selling platinum cred…”. “Sorry I am not interested” I didn’t let her complete, when she posed even more frustrating question “Why don’t you listen to me sir?”. “Somebody is giving me a bl*w j*b right now, So I don’t have time to listen to you. Convinced???”. I dint dare to wait for the reply and disconnected the call. Manager looked puzzled. And I said “sorry, I dint mean you”. He continued the questions and I continued giving some round the bush answers. Somehow somebody from the desk barged to the room and asked for some help. I made use of it to come out of the room. When I returned to seat, things had worsened, with few more issues. My eyes welled in frustration and was on the verge of breakdown, when I received another call “Son, I have prepared your favorite mango pickle. Can you come home for lunch?”.  Mother’s love...