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Saturday 6 September, 2008
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Bumbling Boss-Part II

HH gradually started settling down. He insisted that we communicate with him via gtalk even if we were all just a few feet away. Keeping himself enclosed within his cool comfortable cabin, he painstakingly typed out instructions to all of us, lesser individuals. Soon, the office had people on tenterhooks as the junior techies were advised to distribute work and provide guidance, the content writer was told to keep the employee leave records up-to-date & the data entry operator was requested to provide an estimate for the next project. Ofcouse he followed it up with an apologetic ‘wrong window’ almost immediately, for HH was a honourable man. 

 

Life, took an inevitable turn for the worse when HH woke up and wanted to share his expertise with the technical teams. One day, he parked himself on Ashok’s desk just before lunch and started tucking into the sumptuous Aloo Parathas from his lunch box. Ashok  stared in mute disbelief, his face growing longer & longer as the Boss declared his gratefulness by letting out a  satisfied Burp. Ofcourse he immediately offered a piece of dry Brown Bread toast(HH was on perpetual diet) in exchange which was politely declined by a grieving Ashok. Afterall,  HH was  a honourable man.

 

Days passed and we learnt to work under the able guidance of HH. Meena, our data entry operator looked worried as she went over the data, one fine day. On enquiring, she revealed that she was unable to decipher the gender of certain Latin Americans in the list and hence could not decide whether they should be addressed as Mr or Ms. Such unique problem required the services of His Highness-the HH. So poor Meena was left trying to explain her problem repeatedly while HH listened intently trying hard to understand. Realization dawned at last. I get it now, beamed HH, you are, apparently, having a sex problem. The entire office looked horrified and Meena promptly burst into tears. Pandemonium raged as everyone spoke at once, some explaining, others consoling, yet others simply laughing uncontrollably.  

 

It’s been almost a year now and HH still reigns supreme as do his howlers. His antics are told and retold to all & sundry regularly and consequently we have become the envy of the town for having such an Entertaining Boss around.

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