Having time to bitch
I realise today that having time to bitch is a luxury. I am home alone last night and tonight. At yet "spearheading" (Boss' term, not mine) is not a choice I have. I do this. And I better do this good. Year end evaluation is due.
I spent a lot of time with Glam Queen today and Qi too. And I realise that in getting this thing together, we had no time to bitch and we have not even enough time to write minutes, send emails and reaching out for help.
Last evening, Stiff received panic call from home and he immediately left for hometown. I was having sms-fun texting Uncle Pat, father of Sydney and Sydney. Uncle Pat is related to hometown too. So we all got into a somber mood.
Because Shine had to "spearhead" this project, Shine was unable to fulfill the fillial thing in going home. I could only imagine what my MIL and FIL is thinking right now. That girl's got her priorities all wrong.
Unfortunately, I have to work for a living. And I may have my priorities wrong.
Family with whom we justify our sole existance
Work that provides sustenence
Sigh.
Such conflicting shit all happening at the same time. I need to put even more effort into getting work right and getting this family thing right.
I may not be able to leave at the drop of a hat. So I might not even make it home at all.
I have adopted this project and I'm taking it and running with it. If I get a lousy evaluation, at least I know I did my best. Maybe my best is not good enough. *shrug*
My project starts tomorrow morning. And Glam Queen and I will be in when it's still dark. If they can't get their act together, at least we will.
My stomach is turning so badly I wasn't certain if lunch wasn't sitting right, lunch company didn't fit right, my proposition to Chairwoman didn't feel right or is it my scheduling for tomorrow onwards is not right. Somehow the butterflies won't leave me alone. And I am panicky. And I feel exactly like Glam Queen when she bursts into Planet Starbucks. Unfortunately, I caught it and I was sweating bullets. But much needs to be done. Can't stop. Can't chat.
Yes, I learnt today that having time to bitch is a luxury.
But having time to check DND room and occupied no luggage rooms, was my breather. I have not been on the floor since... May 2004. Wait. September 2004.
I miss my key buck.
I spent a lot of time with Glam Queen today and Qi too. And I realise that in getting this thing together, we had no time to bitch and we have not even enough time to write minutes, send emails and reaching out for help.
Last evening, Stiff received panic call from home and he immediately left for hometown. I was having sms-fun texting Uncle Pat, father of Sydney and Sydney. Uncle Pat is related to hometown too. So we all got into a somber mood.
Because Shine had to "spearhead" this project, Shine was unable to fulfill the fillial thing in going home. I could only imagine what my MIL and FIL is thinking right now. That girl's got her priorities all wrong.
Unfortunately, I have to work for a living. And I may have my priorities wrong.
Family with whom we justify our sole existance
Work that provides sustenence
Sigh.
Such conflicting shit all happening at the same time. I need to put even more effort into getting work right and getting this family thing right.
I may not be able to leave at the drop of a hat. So I might not even make it home at all.
I have adopted this project and I'm taking it and running with it. If I get a lousy evaluation, at least I know I did my best. Maybe my best is not good enough. *shrug*
My project starts tomorrow morning. And Glam Queen and I will be in when it's still dark. If they can't get their act together, at least we will.
My stomach is turning so badly I wasn't certain if lunch wasn't sitting right, lunch company didn't fit right, my proposition to Chairwoman didn't feel right or is it my scheduling for tomorrow onwards is not right. Somehow the butterflies won't leave me alone. And I am panicky. And I feel exactly like Glam Queen when she bursts into Planet Starbucks. Unfortunately, I caught it and I was sweating bullets. But much needs to be done. Can't stop. Can't chat.
Yes, I learnt today that having time to bitch is a luxury.
But having time to check DND room and occupied no luggage rooms, was my breather. I have not been on the floor since... May 2004. Wait. September 2004.
I miss my key buck.
posted by Shine at 11/30/2006 08:52:00 PM
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