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Wednesday, October 17
hmmm. da sao da sao. what to say. i'm always being asked what i've eaten for breakfast and lunch by my colleagues or sometimes maybe dinner? cant remember. good record though. for not having anything to eat for more than 24 hrs. and the last thing i ever had in the stomach at tt time was fishball noodles which i still had to force it down my stomach?
had a department meeting today. and there's free lunch again. =) the first meal after many hrs. the first thing right after my supervisor place her plate down was funny, "did she eat alot?" lol! during lunch, talk quite alot. and 90% was saying the wrong thing. think i'm used to talking in a way that there's hidden meaning and the person have to react fast. =x i suppose pple ard me are having faster and faster reaction and some just know me too well what i'm going to say till they can just talk to themselves with my "known" reaction to it.
busy afternoon at work. the only thing that motivates me is to delete emails after screening those candidates resumes which will make my mail count lesser and it will also probably mean more interview to be arranged with them and many other links after which. i'm lucky tt my de-stress person is there too though. when i'm too stressed or find myself too disorganize, will start calling for da sao to vent it out awhile and continue.
foresee the routine that i'll be doing tmr.
1) Morning chat with da sao awhile and determine the mood for the day.
2) Heart-attack after logging into outlook to see the mail count.
3) Scream for da sao to save me for a few hrs of sittng in front of computer to screen resumes.
4) Work will start to flow in and piling up.
5) Lunch time getting later and play my own book game.
6) After not seeing the outlook for an hr during lunch - leads to another heart-attack and continue mugging in front of it.
7) Calling out to candidates till i memorise their numbers and my stm just get worst when i can get 2 candidates for the same time and day for the interviewer.
8) More work and emails from managers continue coming in.
9) Da sao will remind me how many hrs more to end of day, though sometime i wish the day won't end tt early cos... the work that's coming in is nv ending?
10) Before going home, drop by at the recept to put interview files and finally drop dead.
it shall be my routine for tmr.
=)
Journey through this phase of my life @ |{10/17/2007 11:12:00 PM|
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