Confession of an over-worked slave...

It has been a while since I've last updated.

I don't think it is too late for me to wish all muslims Selamat Berpuasa and if there is no update for the next few weeks, a Selamat Hari Raya as well...

As the title of the post says it, I have been slaving myself to work for the past weeks. Things just keeps on piling on my table.

(warning: this is the part where I shall rant about work)


I have to attend site meetings at the Bentong site every 2 weeks...

I had to rush for a last minute meeting with one of the Ministries.. only to find out that I have to prepare a business paper on my project and the submission date was within 2 days after the meeting!

I had to organise a buka puasa-do for the consultants for the project that I was handling...

I had to chase the finance people to pay the consultants that have been slaving themselves to make sure that the project is not delayed...

I had to be the project manager for an event that I would not be able to attend in December, as I will not be able to fly by then... (I have tried resigning from this position due to the unnecessary stress only to realise that my boss did not even read my resignation email that I had carefully sent to her!)

I had to prepare the annual budget for not 1 BUT 3 companies (or shall I say projects) that are under my supervision...

I had to prepare the costing and financial projection for a price negotiation with a government agency... and being bullied into doing more than what I was suppose to do.

I have to prepare for the upcoming Group Strategic Planning Retreat by the end of the month... There are still lots and lots of research to do....!

on top of all the things that are pending, I am now sitting at the Silver Kris Lounge in Changi Airport, waiting for my flight to Istanbul (via Dubai) to attend a 3 day meeting with a joint-venture partner.


*sigh*


I really don't know how I can cope with the tasks I have listed above, more so in my current condition. Thank God the pregnancy has been smooth for the past trimester (except for the raging hormones that makes me lash out to people easily).

I really hope that the baby will take after his mother in terms of being a multi-tasker (unlike his dad that can only concentrate on ONE thing at one time).... hehehe....

OK... enough complaining... Time for me to enjoy the food and maybe window-shop for a bit before I depart for Dubai...





binx: got the hint?