Breathing

SZ home alone. I’m not planning to go out this weekend. As I’m surfing net, I saw a lot of new pumps, sandals and ankle boots, oh, ankle boots are cool. But looking at my fat legs, I think I better forget about them and continue to sit at home.

This is the view from my office cubicle, there is a window in front of me, when the sky is not bright enough, I can see my own from the window and a bit of the surrounding building. I have my breakfast here everyday.

I was working 6 days a week for the past 3 weeks. A lot of never-ended tasks. I ain’t complaining, I know I can make myself easier if I’m less rigid, less particular and trust my co-worker more. I have to, looks like. But this is my first project, I hope to make it best.

The working culture here is very much different from Malaysia. People here needs to be motivated from time to time, most of them. It’s a little bit tiring to have to monitor even some trivia, like checking the word spelling for instance. People I work closely needs to be monitored, people who should manage the project team didn’t do a good job, and I’m struggling in between.

And now, I ignore the fact “this shouldn’t be handled by me” and taking up all the task, though I silently curse the person at the back, I believe in myself, and trusted those I can rely on.

Today is the first Saturday in March that I do not have to work overtime, I’m sitting alone at home, without MAN, but a lot of rest.

It’s almost time to Earth Hour, I’m still wondering if I can see stars from here when all the lights’ off.

One Response to “Breathing”

  1. mh Says:

    that’s quite a cool pic!

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