Low Morale

Low Morale

Bad days come only once in a while (thankfully). Things didn't go as planned in the case today and nothing went right!!!!!!!

Getting scolded, berated and stressed about something I could do nothing about at the point in time made it even worse. Stress from all corners made the room feel so much smaller than it already was. I was not going to break down and start pointing fingers...

Morale is too low right now, for everyone. Wonder when the rain clouds would clear.

Packing & UnPacking

Packing & UnPacking

Packing and unpacking. That's what my life has come down to. Thankfully there were people doing the dirty work for my in Singapore but in Melbourne, it's a whole different matter altogether. We had a total of 87 boxes/packages which I had doubts abt it all fitting into the apartment.

The biggest headache was the massage chair. They had to make a special crate to ship it over and they had to unpack it before it could fit into the lift. If the chair was any "fatter" it would have not fit thru the door. I'd probably have to leave it in the hallway and charge $2 for 15 mins to the residents. Not a bad source of income... :)

It's been opening and throwing boxes out all the way from Friday morning and it's Sunday now, still not done. It's like Christmas morning and yet not so... I'm heading home tonite and I wonder if we'll ever get done. Looks better now, at least we don't have to dodge (so many) boxes anymore.

Being Workaholic

Being Workaholic

Hi my name is Yen Ee, and I'm a workaholic.

When I was growing up, I used to look at people who worked too hard and I wondered - "Why do people torutre themselves that way?" (Admittedly, I am somewhat of a slacker. I like to kick back and relax whenever I can.)

I wondered - "Are they earning a lot of money? Is it worth sacrificing their time for the money and not have time for family, friends and even yourself?"

I wondered.

I recently got myself a job in a MNC after being in a govt organization for 5 years. Talk about going into the "real world". I drive around this little island, meeting clients and working till the dead of night, even on weekends.

I'm lonely. To fill my time, I work. It has become something of a solace to me. I hate for it to be like this, but it is.

Work. Sleep. Eat.

Eating's slowly becoming optional. I don't see myself losing any weight.