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In continuation of yesterday's spirit

The work backlog spilled into today and we are yet to resolve some of the anomalies. RR survived on carrots and spent a substantial part of the day peeling, cutting and devouring his newly found substitute to mainstream food. Greed made me bail out at lunch-hour and I dug into some chicken.

An angry mail had the desired effect.

Today was our TL's tentative final day with us. She'll probably spend the next week in running through some office chores before taking a long break to tie the knot! It has been a very fruitful and fun-filled tunure for all of us who have been fortunate enough to work under her. I'm absolutely sure none of us would like to trade places with anyone from outside.

Here's wishing Swapna a
HAPPILY WEDDED LIFE!

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