I do not consider myself being placed in any of the categories. Not that I am not a girl, I perfectly am. But I couldn’t place myself among any of these generic categories. I find very less human beings of my type, let alone girls. I am not a bomb shell, but I carry myself really well. And yes I do have some brains unlike all the beauties that rule the workplace. Also, I do worry about my pending reports, but am totally against biting slightest millimetre of my fingernails. I like it when guys compliment me, but would be the last person on this earth to crave for anyone’s attention.
As I click on send on my computer screen, I move my neck a bit, only to find Rimi walking up to me. I hate her but she is all sugar coated all the time that I trust I would never find a reason to assault her. She comes all smiling to me and announces a small team birthday celebration being held in our office’s cafeteria. A picture comes into my mind of mechanic tightening the nut on a bolt, which I shake away in nanoseconds time to see the system clock on the computer. A small sigh escapes my lips as I think about another hour that would go in vain because of this small celebration. And guess, what would happen there. You go all smiling and stand somewhere in the middle of people who sit next to you at office, but never actually bother to talk to you because of so called skill gaps or professional differences. A bunch of five or six people usually surround the cake and you pretend to feel excited and clap as one of them takes the ownership to cut that cake. And then the crowd disperses as these bay watchers collect their snacks and sit chattering with their own professionally equal groups.
At the second call of my name, Kim, (yes I am lovingly called by this name since I was born and it is not a nick name or short form of some elaborate name which my family could think of); I leave the chair and set to go to cafeteria.