I'm fugging tired...
It's wishful thinking to even think that there is time to do your own things and clear your work during a camp. There is NO time. Not if you're the overall in-charge of the camp.
I haven't done a single bit of the SEM work that I am supposed to do. The rest of the team have completed their share and I have not done mine yet. I'm supposed to be the damn leader. I wonder how I'm supposed to get it done by Wednesday for presentation. I still have to read through what the team has written and do my own scoring before the presentation. I'm so fugged.
I can never do anything that requires brain-work during a camp. I always end up doing brainless things like packing and packing. I even packed up the Dean's room for goodness sake. I wonder how the rest can come to work in an office that looks more like a storeroom. Anyway, I did it for myself. So that I'd have a more pleasant sight to greet me when I come to work everyday.
Work work work. I can't wait to take a break. To put my feet up at the beach, sip a drink and read a book. It's becoming more and more mundane and tiresome.
Maybe I'm just tired from the camp. I did not realise that I was THAT tired till I woke up this morning and realised that I had actually fallen asleep the minute my head was on the cushion. Good thing the safari bed was quite comfortable.
I still need to come in tomorrow morning to do the damn SEM crap. And there may be a meeting at 1:30pm with the SLC members. But this meeting depends on whether or not the guy from the CC is able to come down to meet the kids. That fella better reply my message today to let me know if he can come. Or I'll be extremely pissed at him. WTF... the thought of having to work on the last day of the year is already sick enough. To have meetings about the work on that day is just irritating and annoying.
Argh!! I got to do something to take the negativities away. Am feeling really irritated, tired, frustrated and sick of work.
Sigh...where's the rich old man for me to marry, murder, inherit and fly away from???
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
7 Nov 1997, 8:25pm, Assisi Hospice
I wonder what my life would be like now if Pa was still around.
I sprained my ankle when I fell down in school last Friday. This is the first time in my life when I am hurt and mobility is a problem. I have been complaining that I feel extremely handicapped and the restrictions to my movement frustrates me tremendously. I may be able to walk rather well now but my still-swollen foot is evidence that the injury has not healed. The excrutiating pain when the doctor rubs my ankle is another clear signal that my injury is far from recovery.
I was adviced not to walk around too much and to prop my feet up high as often as I can so as to reduce the swell. I said to myself, "How is that possible?" There's just so much to be down at work! I had initially decided to take tomorrow off to rest my foot and arrangements were made for it. But then I overlooked the stock-checking exercise that was arranged at 2pm tomorrow and I realise that its something that I cannot miss as I am the one who's clearest about what needs to be done and how it should be done.
At this moment, I wish I had practiced more leadership in ensuring that the other teachers in the CCA were involved in the previous rounds of stock-checking. But wait and minute.. teachers for the CCA were changed ever-so-often so there was no opportunity for me to coach any new-comer on the ropes.
So, I have to go to school tomorrow. If not for the morning lessons, then at least for the stock checking at 2pm.
Ok eough gripe about work. Back to my foot. I feel immobilized. I can't carry on my daily routines at the usual speed. Everything has to slow down and I'm not used to it at all. I prefer zipping my way around all the time. So this situation now is forcing me to take it easy and to slow down. Perhaps its a good thing to do but I feel so restricted. I wanted to pop by to the bookshop at the mall nearby to get myself some stationary, but i had to think twice about walking and standing that much. I feel so angry at this swollen foot of mine. Why won't you shrink?
If my minor ankle problem frustrates me so much, how then did Pa endure through all the immobility that cancer brought upon to him? If I had to be confined to a bed and be unable to walk normally, run, skip or jump, I would be such a bitter and unhappy person.
He was so strong to have endured through all this. All the way.
I miss you Pa. And I love you very much.
I sprained my ankle when I fell down in school last Friday. This is the first time in my life when I am hurt and mobility is a problem. I have been complaining that I feel extremely handicapped and the restrictions to my movement frustrates me tremendously. I may be able to walk rather well now but my still-swollen foot is evidence that the injury has not healed. The excrutiating pain when the doctor rubs my ankle is another clear signal that my injury is far from recovery.
I was adviced not to walk around too much and to prop my feet up high as often as I can so as to reduce the swell. I said to myself, "How is that possible?" There's just so much to be down at work! I had initially decided to take tomorrow off to rest my foot and arrangements were made for it. But then I overlooked the stock-checking exercise that was arranged at 2pm tomorrow and I realise that its something that I cannot miss as I am the one who's clearest about what needs to be done and how it should be done.
At this moment, I wish I had practiced more leadership in ensuring that the other teachers in the CCA were involved in the previous rounds of stock-checking. But wait and minute.. teachers for the CCA were changed ever-so-often so there was no opportunity for me to coach any new-comer on the ropes.
So, I have to go to school tomorrow. If not for the morning lessons, then at least for the stock checking at 2pm.
Ok eough gripe about work. Back to my foot. I feel immobilized. I can't carry on my daily routines at the usual speed. Everything has to slow down and I'm not used to it at all. I prefer zipping my way around all the time. So this situation now is forcing me to take it easy and to slow down. Perhaps its a good thing to do but I feel so restricted. I wanted to pop by to the bookshop at the mall nearby to get myself some stationary, but i had to think twice about walking and standing that much. I feel so angry at this swollen foot of mine. Why won't you shrink?
If my minor ankle problem frustrates me so much, how then did Pa endure through all the immobility that cancer brought upon to him? If I had to be confined to a bed and be unable to walk normally, run, skip or jump, I would be such a bitter and unhappy person.
He was so strong to have endured through all this. All the way.
I miss you Pa. And I love you very much.
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