The dinner I detest today wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but of course, the element of pretense is there. So much for free food and some entertainment. Thank goodness, it's over. I can move on with my life.
Tomorrow is another day of LONG-ness. It starts at 9am sharp and shall end at about 6pm with the exception that I don't have any overdues to settle before I knock off for a week. I feel much like I'm taking a huge inhalation followed by a plunge into deep waters doing the free dive, just gliding with one huge breath. Only at 6pm, I would and could submerge, definitely, alive. It's a matter of half or three quarter alive.
But the best of it all, I am not feeling that sien-ness like I feel for the dinner. I am in fact ok with the fact that I'll be in the oven for that many long hours. I can still manage that.
To think about it, while my feat of managing and balancing everything is pretty challenging at the moment, nothing beats being in Collections. That place with THAT group of assholes then was the epitome of crap shit work place. My only consolation is, I wouldn't be here if I weren't there. And I wouldn't be that well managed (to some extend) and ready for the cooker if it weren't for there.
But as I have said, nothing beats the crap shit people there. I don't think I would ever work with such talented crap shits ever. How dreadfully lucky... :-p
Anyway, someone is in town! But it's just the feeling that the presence is felt being in town that makes it feel nice... that warm fuzzy feeling despite... uhm, whatever.
Nevertheless, everything will still go on.
Tomorrow, there will be someone who is going to take a look at BF No.1. I just hope things will work out. If it doesn't, oh wells. Such is life. But I am rather certain that the SOL is praying very hard to all her chinese deities that I will not end up owning a K-man. I am VERY sure. I even dare bet all my money on this. Bitch! Fucking fat, ugly, bitch (how I love swearing at her). We'll see. We'll see.
Anyway, I can't wait for the EOD tomorrow so that I can gallantly go off for tennis classes after work without a single hint of worry and enjoy myself. *Pray* Then morning run on Saturday and evening run on a Sunday. Ohhhhh, I am so looking forward...
Enough said, I'll better call it a day before I am lack of rest for tomorrow. Signing off with lotsa optimism...
Tomorrow is another day of LONG-ness. It starts at 9am sharp and shall end at about 6pm with the exception that I don't have any overdues to settle before I knock off for a week. I feel much like I'm taking a huge inhalation followed by a plunge into deep waters doing the free dive, just gliding with one huge breath. Only at 6pm, I would and could submerge, definitely, alive. It's a matter of half or three quarter alive.
But the best of it all, I am not feeling that sien-ness like I feel for the dinner. I am in fact ok with the fact that I'll be in the oven for that many long hours. I can still manage that.
To think about it, while my feat of managing and balancing everything is pretty challenging at the moment, nothing beats being in Collections. That place with THAT group of assholes then was the epitome of crap shit work place. My only consolation is, I wouldn't be here if I weren't there. And I wouldn't be that well managed (to some extend) and ready for the cooker if it weren't for there.
But as I have said, nothing beats the crap shit people there. I don't think I would ever work with such talented crap shits ever. How dreadfully lucky... :-p
Anyway, someone is in town! But it's just the feeling that the presence is felt being in town that makes it feel nice... that warm fuzzy feeling despite... uhm, whatever.
Nevertheless, everything will still go on.
Tomorrow, there will be someone who is going to take a look at BF No.1. I just hope things will work out. If it doesn't, oh wells. Such is life. But I am rather certain that the SOL is praying very hard to all her chinese deities that I will not end up owning a K-man. I am VERY sure. I even dare bet all my money on this. Bitch! Fucking fat, ugly, bitch (how I love swearing at her). We'll see. We'll see.
Anyway, I can't wait for the EOD tomorrow so that I can gallantly go off for tennis classes after work without a single hint of worry and enjoy myself. *Pray* Then morning run on Saturday and evening run on a Sunday. Ohhhhh, I am so looking forward...
Enough said, I'll better call it a day before I am lack of rest for tomorrow. Signing off with lotsa optimism...
