I'm in the middle of clocking my 65 hour work week this week. 3 days down... 4 more to go

I was so dreading the week to begin that I actually wished I would just die in my sleep and never wake up to Sunday. In terms of length, this is not the first time for working 65 hours... in fact i've worked from like 9am to 2am everyday (including Saturdays) for a couple of weeks and I've had my fair share of OT both in deloitte and in DTF.

Funny my colleagues in DTF still makes an effort to keep in touch with me. I miss the girls so much and I'm sure they miss me too! HAHA.. maybe not! I do miss my time at DTF as I learnt so much in such a short time and I do feel like although I've upgraded my employer, I've plateued my skills (and income). I miss being able to handle my own projects and not to receive the left over jobs from other people. I know I can do better, but I have just lost all motivation to even try to make the best out of shit jobs. Worst part is, although u hate what u do, u can't say it. Colleagues will always ask you about your project and u have to pretend to sound all enthusiastic. The job satisfaction is so low! I mean compare being able to manage a $90mil contract with over 100 suppliers and eval reports and applications coming left right centre to proof reading, reformatting and preparing documents. Documents which may end up at the bottom of the client's drawer... prolly never looked at again.

Ok, it sounds like I am regretting my move. But i am not. It's a risk I took and will not know how it will turn out if I did not take it up. It's like trial and error. I took up DTF without even knowing what procurement means and I ended up enjoying it and taking up Deloitte is just another step I had to take to know. Perhaps it was the right move, wrong time. Plus, life is made harder bcoz i know exactly where I wud b if i didn't move. I will be half way thru my grad dip in procurement and earning a salary 20k higher than what I earn now.  

I was looking through some old pics and realized how much I miss uni days. How me n my perth besties met and grew closer, me, shirlz n tasha going melb n sydney together for a conference trip, happy times, graduations, goodbyes...

I heard a song which I really liked in final yr uni and suddenly all the memories started flooding back. It's funny how final year uni remains so vividly in my head. From removing my wisdom tooth in feb which caused me sooo much pain and misery to breaking up with charles a day before valentine's to shirley n kie coming to kl and us going to genting together to coming back to perth and staying with shirley for a good month or two to moving out alone in march to going to melb and welcoming ah mean to melb on her 1st night... got pretty drunk and all of us warmed her room to a freaking accident when i came back from melb and suddenly added vulgarities to my canto vocab thanks to sebbie to the nights studying in GP3 with kiez n shirley and me crying and calling ah mean about how stressed i was. It was THE year of good times, bad times for me .

Well i've had it pretty good all this while... with great friends by my side all the time, took me less than a month to get my first job, got my PR in 2 months and had an above average starting salary. No wonder i can't seem to cope with what a crap year i am going through now... All this shit about rats having a good year this year in the Year of the Bull... is really... BULL SHIT! Ok.. i am applying alll the aforementioned solely to me and not anyone else ya. So other Rats can surely reject my hypothesis!

Whooaaa.. end of my library shift~  Woots!