The frequency I’ve been blogging is reducing. I’ve been so busy lately, I just wanted to compensate it with sleep and more sleep. Also I’ve got no exciting or out of the ordinary event that happened. It’s been pretty mundane. I guess I could write about my day but it’s all the same everyday. I mean, if i mention about work, it is known that there are plenty of late nights and dissatisfaction.
Ah! I just realised what I can blog about just as I wrote the previous sentence.
I’ve made new friends!
They are colleagues from work, from other company. I work in the construction field so meeting other consultants is a usual thing. Turns out we click well with these bunch. The age group definitely varies but somehow we are able to mingle very well.
I’m usually the quiet and listen type when I’m with friends, not so much talking. But that day when we first met up for drinks, I just pushed myself to talk because I wanted to give a good first impression. Not this quiet girl that have nothing to say. That’s not very fun is it.
Or rather, burnt my health away.
I’m not particularly a health conscious person but I do tend to avoid messing with my body’s “natural equilibrium”. I do take supplements from time to time when I know my body is deficient from certain vitamins.
If I’m socialising and detect smelly breath, I tend to speculate that that person went to bed late. Why? Our liver wasn’t rested properly, hence the bad breath. I read this from browsing the internet. Of course some things from the internet can’t be trusted. But I’ve come across this occurrence many times and I can say that it’s true!
Anyway, I wasn’t gonna blog about health. I was gonna write about how I busy I was these couple of days that I haven’t slept for 37 hours and it was excruciating.
I can probably imagine some readers scoffing and thinking that 37 hours is nothing compare to the hours they’ve worked. Sorry to say, but I’m not here to compare. So, #bitchplease
I’ve had 10 hours of sleep and now back in the office but still physically tired (and aching?).
I miss my bed.
And I haven’t touched my calligraphy supplies while I’ve been busy with work. I miss it but I still don’t have the energy to do any of it. The spirit is strong but my energy is still depleted.
I threw in (no, not really) my resignation letter in February but they said I could stay until I found a job. By June they asked if I could stay till August, otherwise they will hire to replace me. It’s August now and I still haven’t found another job. Well I did, my application wasn’t reverted. The reasons why I wanted to resign in the first place still remains. As much as there’s goodness in here, there are also much that clashes with my own work ethics, desired dynamics and personality. If I had to choose a place that goes against how I work and my natural being, and to resign and bet on a new one, I’d choose the latter.
But no adults could understand this. At least not my parents, nor siblings. To them,
Work is work. As long as it brings you cash. At least you’re employed unlike other people or places that doesn’t have this kind of privilege. Work is a duty, not a choice. It’s expected that I work my whole life with little advancement here and there, but with no true purpose besides earning a living.
You can be really good at what you’re doing, and not only not be passionate about it, but also totally loathe it.
I didn’t win the giveaway!!!! 😦 (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, refer to this post)
I guess the Silhouette Cameo will need to wait….
On another note, I have PLENTY to do in the office now since the drawings for the company’s largest project ever undertaken. Overtime all day errday 😦 That also means that I will have little to zero time to spend on calligraphy or my zone-out-for-art-time. I don’t think I’ll have the energy to do it either.
I did enjoy my do-nothing-in-office-days even though some days I felt like banging my head on the wall out of pure boredom and frustration (I really did, but I didn’t)
But it’s crunch time now.
One of the worst mental torture is being expected to do something when you actually have nothing to do but still pretending like you do and they actually know that you are.