So, today was the last day of my first week in my new office.... and I have to tell you guys that I feel absolutely...
No. Seriously. D-U-M-B.
And, young... as in not the “18 till I die” young... rather the I-feel-like-a-toddler-who-just-pooped-in-her-pants young.
Alright, technically I probably am the youngest, at the tender- sweet age of nineteen. Everyone else’s got to be at least twenty two. But the age ain’t the point... the point is the brains.
People in my office... interns, executives alike... are smart. Like, shit smart. Like, super-duper shit smart. Like, super- duper uber shit... oh well, you get the point.
This in turn makes me feel like a bonehead.
(Yeah something like that... though Homer is way cooler *sigh*... Courtesy Google)
How I managed to get into one of the “100 Best Companies to Work For”, I don’t know. Maybe the interviewers were drugged or high when they met me. Or probably the guy who forwarded my resume to the HR put a gun to their head or something. The whole ‘deserving candidate’ rant sounds kinda insane. I feel so inane... I’m positive that it was a stroke of sheer luck (... I love you Fortuna) that I managed to score in 10th, 12th and somehow, even my CA- Inter (Oh, didn’t I mention that before?? I cleared it... Wooohooooo! Yeah, despite the whole “actually bad exams” rant... which again means that everyone thinks I feign the whole “I’m gonna flunk” soliloquy... *sigh*)
Back at work, every single person keeps shouting words like ‘section 10A’, ‘downstream investments’ and ‘arm’s length price’ like everyday ‘hi’, ‘hello’
I’m positive I know nothing about the Income Tax Act, how I got a 67 in my tax paper (oh, I didn’t tell you that either?? Double-Wooohooooo!!... ) is a sixty-four-thousand-dollar question (‘cause “million- dollar” is so passé...)
Of course the Einstein- clones are actually damn, damn nice people... so I actually fessed up to a guy that I am clueless about everything ‘cause
Obviously I had the supreme job of “pretending to be busy” to ensure that people don’t smirk at me... though I am positive no one bought it. So, I would furrow my eyebrows in full concentration when the Partner (read: Boss Almighty) would pass by, acting as if I totally understood all the Latin, Hebrew, Zulu and Swahili that was flooding the monitor in front of me.
Honestly, I was so jobless... I Googled random stuff like cannibalism, holocaust and Paul Rudd (one word... 'Therapy')
Also, like most in the South, people here are amazing at English... not the everyday I-am-so-Yankee English we use... the proper
Anyhow, I hope I’d manage to learn some stuff so that they don’t kick me out in the first month itself (yeah, yeah... maybe I am paranoid).
By the way, Dad was in Bombay for the past couple of days, and apparently he spotted my doppelganger at the airport there... he said she was like my ditto in every goddamn way, albeit slightly older. He, apparently, was so fascinated that he stared at the female for almost an hour (smooth Dad... very smooth).
*Sigh*... I knew the world was one big Ekta Kapoor soap opera... and yet we keep abusing the poor