Life ran out of fizz towards the end of 06, no 6am starts, no phone calls ringing in my ear, no sleep deprivation, no balancing numbers, no meetings, no complaining, no deadlines, no phone tags with MR Peter Martin, no dealing with incompetent draftsman, no daily bootcamp, no nothing! If only I could run out of fizz at month end, my life would just be swell.
Its all just in my vivid imagination now, it didn’t take too much time for life to regain some unwanted momentum. Now stepping into battle ground mode, not a bloody war, but a tiresome circle of cliche one must endure to be a mere statistic, rather mainstream.
The year of the pig posses a great challenge for my little soul, I’ve just moved on to yes another role, and don’t ask how many positions i’ve held in the last 5 years. Well, if you insist, this is my 7th. What can I say I get bored easily. The more experience, the more vaIue, so I say show me the money!!!
There’s the long distance wedding to arrange, 8 month’s 2 go and counting, I’m not an anal person, but this whole planning thing is driving me bananas, it’s turning me in to a Bridezilla. Everynight I come home, my father would discuss with me the ‘wedding plans’, not that I really have one, I just pretend I do. It saves me from my parents deadly lectures. ‘Lets count the ninongs and ninangs’, my papa would say, and in my mind i’ll be like, Geewiz not again! How many times must we endure this pain of revising and recounting! I knew It would’ve been easier to just elope. It’s not yet too late is it? I’ll ask myself same question next week. I hope i’m not getting the wedding jitters again - someone help me! (LOL).
Another major activity that will be occupying our time this yr (I’m forecasting 70%) is finally building our HOME. I’ve just about had it with this building business, so many dramas and it’s not in the implementation stage yet. I’ve had shouting matches, numerous escalations, negotiations, adjustments after adjustments and the list just go on. I just hope that at the end of it all, I can find a way to quietly fizz myself out (fingers crossed).
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