Back to work (and hey! I'm a wine!!)

And I'm so loving it. So far atleast. ;)
It's been a few days now, and I love the entire feeling of home-work-home all over again. The first day, I almost run through the heavy doors as I am a wee bit late, and pass by a smiling lady at the coffee room. "Helloooo, 'Morning," she calls out. I catch a quick glimpse of her, don't think of stopping to return her hello (on hindsight, kick myself for that!), and just keep marching.

I meet 'A', my boss, a pleasant, friendly man, who was even kind enough to put away my coat and bring me a cup of coffee! We talk about our weekend activities, discuss work briefly and then he gives me a quick introduction to the rest of the staff. I am instantly enamoured by 'P', mostly in her mid-60s, short, sharp-speaking and so so active. "Any help you want, come to me," she says. "Of course," I say.

"How do you spell your name?," is something that almost everyone asks me. A-N-J-U...I tell them, "Anju." Every single time, they repeat after me, "Anjou". Well, if that's how they like it! Then comes 'G', 6'2'' and dapper to say the least, but way into middle-age. 'A' introduces me to him, and he says, "Oh, Anjou...like the wine, is it?" I look lost, and my mind is racing; I hear my alter ego scream at me inside my head, "Don't just stand there you dimwit, respond!!" I cannot fathom how my name can remind someone of wine, unless the man has downed a couple of bottles first thing in the morn, and a decent Indian name reminds him of wine, and only wine! But 'A' comes to my rescue, and says, "Oh yes, very much like the wine, easy to remember isn't it." "Absolutely! Welcome aboard then Anjou, I do hope you have a great time here," 'G' says. I am still rooted to the spot, dumb smile plastered on my face, not knowing how else to respond.

Introductions done, 'A' lets me settle down. I look for the nearest system, log on to google, and type "anju - wine" to see where the uncanny resemblence came from. "Did you mean: anjou - wine," the monitor shoots back. I clicked on that and yeah, the answers to my strange existence lay right there. Anjou is indeed a wine. From France.

'A' comes in again, and tells me that the CEO is around, so it's a good time to get introduced to her. We go up to a chamber, and I walk in find none other than the lady from the coffee room. Realisation strikes, and I'm numb again. "Anjouu...Welcome aboard," she smiles. I'm left mumbling, and for the second time in the day, more than a bit embarassed. Oh well, I can just pretend that I'm a bit hard on hearing. Atleast until I settle in!