[	Tags	|	me, my dating woes, work	]
[	Current Location	|	Office	]
[	Current Mood	|	blah	]

As in slow, not the other exciting meaning. I've been lethargic about posting on LJ, but I've noticed that the last couple of months have been lethargic for most of my F-List-ers, too. This has somehow spurred me to do a post. After all, if the bar is set low, there are no expectations, right?

The Oktoberfest party was a smashing success. People left my place either very full of food or full of alcohol. And definitely full of smiles. I'm now looking firmly forward to the next big bash, most likely for Halloween.

Last friday night, I proceeded to get hammered. Which should not have been surprising given that i started drinking around 5.30pm and did not stop till about 1am. A cocktail, beer, a whole bottle of Riesling, 2 glasses of chardonnay, and one bottle of Heineken to top it all off. And not a lot of food in all of it. I was apparently very very entertaining and I remember laughing a lot. So I guess the evening was a success.

I am awaiting the PA bar results this week; it's been scheduled for friday. So I'm either gonna be roaring drunk from celebrating or from depression. The less said on this topic, the better. Given my history.

Boys are disappointing me like there's no tomorrow. There was a sudden spike of activities about a month or so back, where my love stock seemed quite up. But woefully, my love life has now gone the way of the global financial markets. I'd like to know if there's a bailout plan for me in the pipeline cos, let me tell you, I need some serious salvaging. There was a French tourist with whom things seemed to be going well. He came down here again to meet me and talk about "things". The trip did not go well. Between his increasingly horrible case of jetlag and my PMS-ing, both of us were confused. He's due to come down to S'pore again next week, but this time for a vacay to Malaysia & Laos with his friend. I don't know what's going to happen then. I like this bloke a fair bit and I'm quite disappointed that what had looked sorta promising before is now near-comatose. Next week will see either the pulling of the plug or resuscitation of our "relationship".

There was another boy in the picture, kind of. He's in my area and we had lunch once, a coupla months before the bar. I was pretty interested in him and kinda excited about it, because I rarely find any Singaporeans attractive in every way. But I didn't know if he was even remotely interested in me. After that lunch, I came away a little less interested in him and still no clue as to how he felt about me. After the bar, I tried asking him to lunch... and I'm still waiting for an answer. Doesn't bode well, does it. So yea, kinda feeling the stings of rejection.

Aside from that, there's work, which is chugging along. I was feeling a tad uninspired by it, which I did not like, so i volunteered to draft a court submission. It's due in 2 weeks, so I now have something to keep me engaged for a bit.

Well, that's me in a rather-big-nutshell. How are things with the rest of ya?

[	Tags	|	misc, work	]
[	Current Location	|	Office	]
[	Current Mood	|	blah	]

 Work's crazy-busy. I have scary deadlines looming. In the midst of all that there's the bar, of course. I dunno. I think Boss may have a vague idea that he'll just squeeze it all outta me in June and leave me free in July for the bar. If that's the case, it'd be awesome but I can't be banking on it.

Watched Prince Caspian over the weekend. Meh. Not as good as the first and I still don't know the reason for a couple of things in the movie. Whatever, I needed a mindless zone-out period on Friday evening and this hit the spot.

I'm at work now. Yeah...came in at 7.45am. One of my deadlines is imminent and work's aplenty. 

How are you all doing?

[	Tags	|	work	]
[	Current Location	|	Home	]
[	Current Mood	|	contemplative	]

You guys know I love my job, right? I have blogged about it incessantly, praising the nature of the job, my boss, colleagues, the tea breaks, the personalised toilet paper with one's name embossed in gold... You get my point. 

So a couple of days back, I hit the first rough patch in my job. Our semi-client cried on me at our meeting. It is a matter of great sensitivity and is as emotional as they come, and that person has all my sympathies. But that's all I had to offer both in that conference room as well as now, because my hands are tied. When the semi-client started crying, I did not know what to do or where to look. So I just looked down at some documents, and tried as best as I could to give the impression that I was not galvanised into action not out of stone-heartedness but out of compulsion.

As compelled as I feel to blog in greater detail about this, I do not think it prudent to do so. It's possible I may leak some stuff which I shouldn't if I divulge anymore, but suffice it to say, the honeymoon is over vis a vis my job. I still love it, and I'd still rather this job than a lot of others, but the band doesn't quite play as loudly each morning when I walk into my cubicle.

[	Tags	|	my music, work	]
[	Current Location	|	Office	]
[	Current Mood	|	busy	]

I've been busy.

The concert is this Thursday, and I'm starting to feel those twinges of nervousness inside of me. They're only twinges at this stage, but I am assured of them becoming roiling rivers of lava by the time Thursday afternoon rolls around. This evening I'll be rehearsing with the accompaniments for the first time. The violinist is a perfectionist, so I don't know how many times I'll be stopped mid-note and corrected.

In the meantime, work's also reached a crescendo. We're due to file a certain substantial court document by the end of this month, and I'm taking Thursday off.  Boss is leaving for Paris Thursday, as well, and only back on Monday or so. And only 3 of us are working on that matter. Poor KF. But that basically means that I need to finish a ton of work by Wednesday evening. Coffee will be my BFF.

All through Monday, my voice was a thing of the past and the aircon inside the office exacerbated my cold. My nose was all the feature in my face that I could think of. By the time I got home, I was miserable, sore, hoarse, and starting to feel real cold. So I slept real early, but throughout the night, I kept waking up feeling hot and therefore, cold, even without the aircon running. I didn;t want to make my mom panic (which basically means I'll have to calm her down) so I didn't get my temperature read, but I was certain that I had a pretty high temperature. But by morning, I had managed to sweat out the fever, literally, but was still in no shape to go to work. So i called in sick, went to see the doc, who gave me meds which made me darn drowsy. I took the meds around 12-ish in the afternoon and didn't wake up till about 9.30pm, when mom woke me up to have some food. Yesterday was a much better day and today, I'm more or less back to normal.

I spoke to Othello yesterday afternoon for a bit, and got certain things off my chest. I don't know what effect, if any, that will have on him though... we'll see. Things there are going from bad to worse and I don't know how long anything will last. At this point, unless he changes a fair bit, I'm not even sure I want things to last. But I do love him and somewhere at the back of my mind, there is hope. But like I said, we'll see.

Work has suddenly shot into overdrive. Which ain't a bad thing per se. I just hope I'm not caught off-guard and I manage to deliver. On time.

[	Tags	|	work	]
[	Current Location	|	Office	]
[	Current Mood	|	blah	]

... makes no sense if you're staring at a work-packed weekend. But at least I get to sleep in some and work according to my whims and fancies. 

Boss gave me a rather hefty drafting assignment on Monday, due by the following Monday. I was able to familiarise myself with the files sooner than expected, so left earlier than usual on Tuesday, thinking I could start drafting wednesday morning and get it out of the way by Friday. Or at the latest, by Monday morning, but without coming in over the weekend.

Yea. But the best laid plans...

Wedneday morning, I get hit with a massive task that should have gone to 2 other people. I spent all day working on it, solo no less, and came back Thursday to finish it. At 10pm Thursday, I went home, exhausted, and never wanting to see dates or the words "invoice", "receipt", and "travelling and expenses claim form" in my life again.

Finally today, I sat down and started work proper on my drafting exercise. Looks like I'll have to come back both Saturday AND Sunday. It's my first assignment working directly with my Boss and I don't wanna cock it up. I'd rather spend too much time than too little.

So onwards and upwards! Happy weekend to you all.