Taken from http://www.myman.se
It’s been too long since i last stepped foot onto this place. If i dare say, it’s been about a year.
The people are the same, the music never stops, the life doesn’t die out. Perhaps the next best routine to working, that can be offered on a Thursday and probably, a Saturday night too.
It was good catching up with old buddies like Aberwyn whose only comments that i remember were, “your hair smells nice”, and “you put on weight”, and tigerkiller, that rambunctious blogger, who pointed us out to the new grasshoppers despite our desire to remain anonymous.
Anyhow, we got free drinks as a result so who cares?
We all have different methods to deal with life’s crankiness.
Unfortunately, my method of working to ignore the crankiness is definitely not working. With the bed and tv unavailable, the living room and bathroom occupied by others, the broken mp3 player sitting on the desk, there’s not much left apart from blogging, for me to expel the negativity.
Such is the lot of life.
In other news, the doctor has determined that it is another fibroadenoma on my left breast (again). Surgery has been scheduled for next Monday but i am still in two minds about it as well, i cannot afford to lose anymore breast tissue and since it is benign and smaller than my previous incidence, is it really necessary to grow through the whole emotional melodrama once more?
And in case you want to know why it always appears on the left breast, Wikipedia answers it all:-
“The tumours are slightly more common on the left breast than on the right, possibly for reasons associated with blood flow or arm and shoulder activity, most people being right handed.”
Can’t say whether it’s the truth but i guess, it does make me feel better some what.
He fixed up a 2 + 1 speaker layout from our tv and notebooks.
We now have a home theatre in our little enclave and i can really be that rock chick at heart.
Sweet!
I am sure that after a while, i will hate Christmas because of its implied meanings of contriteness and understated greed.
My week has been numbingly boring that there is nothing worth mentioning about. Not even the lunch at Au Petit Salut although i have to admit that the food was really excellent or the effort spent braving the crowds to ensure suitable presents for Old boy’s colleagues.
Speaking of presents, I almost succumbed into getting two DS Lites for the kids and thankfully, Shelly stopped me by berating me for buying things that i completely have no prior knowledge of. I also almost succumbed into getting a microwave oven because i was desperate to utilize the vouchers that my bosses gave to me until i remembered the argument between Old boy and myself over the cable subscription.
Ah well.
I make a terrible housewife AND a Tai Tai anytime.
Anyway, i’m back to my curls.
Think i look like Ms. Shanghai now.
Dim the lights, put on some Kenny G playing in the background, and sip a glass of red Chilean wine.
The only thing that’s missing is the man.
I miss him.
If everything goes smoothly, i should be on my way to Bangkok this month for a short getaway before i commence work on 5 Dec.
With Cheryl going Switzerland, Julie staying in Singapore for good, Stephanie going on a cruise, Chris going to Vietnam, my family going to Malaysia, Alexis’ leave is frozen till Jan next year, and Old boy going to Hong Kong, i wonder what will Bangkok offer to a young Chinese lady going alone.
I’m sure there will be lots.
It’ll be my first time travelling alone or rather, without a ‘chaperone’. More than anything else, it is the fear that my luggage will be lost at the airport since Bangkok’s new airport still has teething problems.
You know how we were taught from young never to make decisions on impulse because we will live to regret it?
Somehow, i kinda feel that my motivation for this impulsive trip is placed somewhere else apart from getting away from the humdrum of life.
So many things have happened of late that it makes it virtually impossible to type something legibly or coherently on the blog without wondering where to start first.
There is the thing that we have started investing in stocks. We chose UOB Kay Hian since UOB was the bank of choice for both our investment/savings accounts.
And then, there is the other thing about the offer from the American law firm on terms too attractive to reject.
And of course, we have life with Old boy that is sweet and pleasing even on mundane matters. I really do enjoy going back home with him, being cuddled in his strong arms and having someone that I can fuss around.
I guess despite the darkness of events currently at work, there is still a silver lining after all.
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Put an accomplished guitarist and an accomplished rock singer in collaboration and you get a groovy, kind of song.
I like songs like this.
A good beat, a good melody, instrumental solos.
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Link via RollonFriday
I see some familiar faces there…
The afternoon coffee break was a good and brief respite from the thoughts of friskiness.
Work’s been busy, coupled with her resignation which the Board and I have discussed through many times. Yes, it couldn’t have come at a bad time but that’s well, a fact of life isn’t it?
The numerous calls and discussions during office hours and after office hours are enough to torture anyone’s mental capacity. Somehow, her resignation has cast a light on their employment process and the Board has been making my work life busy by inundating me with questions like “should we go ahead and interview?” or “what are the qualities that you think we should look out for?”
Hence, the term ‘emotional blackmail’.
I don’t handle HR aspects at all, for crying out loud.
In my personal opinion, at the end of the day, she is an adult and she makes her own choices. I am not a negotiator nor am i a salesman capable of persuasion.
People leave companies, just like people leaving our lives.
It’s another fact of life and you can’t change that.
Update: Haha, LMD-lookalike just told me that she also tendered her resignation but it was rejected.
