My first week on the night shift has been far from peachy. Body clock destroyed, inability to sleep soundly, loss of appetite (which is super uncharacteristic of me! I have had to FORCE myself to eat), episodes of self-questioning and a general disinterest in the work that I do.
This week has been my most unproductive so far. I literally accomplished nothing cos I've been slacking off majorly the whole time. It just hit me one night that that I have some issues with what I do. I hate to be very immature about this, but I never really thought that disliking your job could make you want to cry.
It also didn't help that I hardly knew the people on the night shift and on my second day (night?!) I just needed to see a friendly face. I had to brave a shitstorm that day and all I really hankered for was a hug or someone to whine to. It was terribly terribly frustrating, to say the least.
Complaining won't change the current state of things and I realise that. Guess I gotta learn to deal with it like a big girl and grin and bear it. Fingers crossed the second week won't be as cruel.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Jerks abound
One of my friends just called off her engagement as their love story was getting too convoluted. Another one just discovered that she got cheated on pretty bad. This other friend hooked up with someone recently, but only a few weeks into the relationship and she has stopped hearing from him. Now the dude has officially gone missing. There's heaps of other stories, but the bottomline is that the jerks of this world are taking down my friends one by one and I can't help but get alarmed.
My best friends are an extension of myself, and thus their pain is only too palpable. I've been there, I know what it's like and I commiserate with them. I just can't help but wonder how come jerks are multiplying exponentially. The jerks-nice guys gap is widening at a staggering rate. What is the world coming to? Are nice guys being reduced to a myth?
I've now made some resolutions in an attempt to shield myself from getting burnt like my friends did. The recent nasty turn of events involving them has inspired me to seriously rethink things. Note to self: spare yourself the trouble and just stick to the status quo.
On a related note, I went to this thingo last night. I swear to never do it again, but I still think it was worth giving a try ONCE. At the rate things are going with my own friends, it isn't really such a good idea to put yourself out there for vultures to devour.
My best friends are an extension of myself, and thus their pain is only too palpable. I've been there, I know what it's like and I commiserate with them. I just can't help but wonder how come jerks are multiplying exponentially. The jerks-nice guys gap is widening at a staggering rate. What is the world coming to? Are nice guys being reduced to a myth?
I've now made some resolutions in an attempt to shield myself from getting burnt like my friends did. The recent nasty turn of events involving them has inspired me to seriously rethink things. Note to self: spare yourself the trouble and just stick to the status quo.
On a related note, I went to this thingo last night. I swear to never do it again, but I still think it was worth giving a try ONCE. At the rate things are going with my own friends, it isn't really such a good idea to put yourself out there for vultures to devour.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Blog backlog
Shtuff that happened in the past few weeks (notice that I am getting lazier to update this):
- New job: Two and a half weeks and still standing. Actually, I'm liking what I'm doing. I enjoy that I get to write reports and translate documents into Spanish and learn heaps of stuff about international development everyday. At the moment, my team is working on this research project commissioned by a UN agency and it's turning out to be quite a big task but I must say I am enjoying the challenge. This job is very much like going to school, since all the scholarly elements are present - research, writing, analysis. All fun stuff really, but whoever said brain work wasn't tiring?? Even if I hardly move at work I come home wrecked as hell and sleep like a baby every single night. Next week is my last week on the day shift. Let's see what major life changes the night shift will bring.
- I think I may have entirely lost all interest in going out at night. Yes, this is a function of being tired and broke all the time. Lately I have been eagerly awaiting to get home early on Friday nights to chillax in my room, not even stopping for a second to think that I might be missing out on fun and booze and Friday night shenanigans or whatevs. My days of being young and reckless and shitfaced all the time are behind me now. Well, I still do go out for lunch/quick dinner with friends once or twice a week, but it has been AGES since I last stayed up drinking in wild abandon like I used to. My battered liver can only handle so much now.
- As some of you know, I briefly flirted with the idea of having not one but TWO jobs, a day one and a night one. For the life of me, I don't even know why I even considered doing that. Anyway, I am happy to report that I am only keeping the night one (the day one is history). I was never too keen on the day one to begin with. Thank goodness I won't have to give up sleep anymore, my most favourite thing to do in life.
- I am off to the land of Mi Goreng and Gudang Guram sometime June/July. I won this essay writing competition sponsored by the ASEAN and part of my prize is a trip to Jakarta to meet the Secretary-General. I am excited like anything! This early I have shot all of my lovely Indo friends a message to let them know of my visit, and I am so stoked to see them again. Everything seems surreal still, and it's incredibly unbelievable how I managed to win the contest when my essay was crap at its finest. Anyway, I am so convulsively happy. Can you say dream come true?? This is so mad.
- New job: Two and a half weeks and still standing. Actually, I'm liking what I'm doing. I enjoy that I get to write reports and translate documents into Spanish and learn heaps of stuff about international development everyday. At the moment, my team is working on this research project commissioned by a UN agency and it's turning out to be quite a big task but I must say I am enjoying the challenge. This job is very much like going to school, since all the scholarly elements are present - research, writing, analysis. All fun stuff really, but whoever said brain work wasn't tiring?? Even if I hardly move at work I come home wrecked as hell and sleep like a baby every single night. Next week is my last week on the day shift. Let's see what major life changes the night shift will bring.
- I think I may have entirely lost all interest in going out at night. Yes, this is a function of being tired and broke all the time. Lately I have been eagerly awaiting to get home early on Friday nights to chillax in my room, not even stopping for a second to think that I might be missing out on fun and booze and Friday night shenanigans or whatevs. My days of being young and reckless and shitfaced all the time are behind me now. Well, I still do go out for lunch/quick dinner with friends once or twice a week, but it has been AGES since I last stayed up drinking in wild abandon like I used to. My battered liver can only handle so much now.
- As some of you know, I briefly flirted with the idea of having not one but TWO jobs, a day one and a night one. For the life of me, I don't even know why I even considered doing that. Anyway, I am happy to report that I am only keeping the night one (the day one is history). I was never too keen on the day one to begin with. Thank goodness I won't have to give up sleep anymore, my most favourite thing to do in life.
- I am off to the land of Mi Goreng and Gudang Guram sometime June/July. I won this essay writing competition sponsored by the ASEAN and part of my prize is a trip to Jakarta to meet the Secretary-General. I am excited like anything! This early I have shot all of my lovely Indo friends a message to let them know of my visit, and I am so stoked to see them again. Everything seems surreal still, and it's incredibly unbelievable how I managed to win the contest when my essay was crap at its finest. Anyway, I am so convulsively happy. Can you say dream come true?? This is so mad.
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