me, metronome

speed blogging ready go

1. back to back 15 hour work days suddenly seem more meaningful when it's to ensure you don't pass your crap to others when you leave. whatever works i guess. i'm really sorry that i couldn't end it properly though, that guilt should haunt and overshadow the final moments.

2. loose ends, like radioactive mushrooms with herpes, keep on popping up, and amidst my head(-less chicken)long reduction efforts i remain a little distracted from the hypothetical drama that could occur tomorrow. to tell or not to tell? the polls stand at 4-for-8-against, interestingly with all for being girls and against, guys. i find it amusing that some simply cannot fathom the underlying motivation between my wish to tell, but in a way, i guess i am more the fool than them. damned rationality!

3. lack of inspiration bites me in the ass once more. ugh. time to activate plan B.

4. i am so not in the right state of mind to host tomorrow's wedding.

5. what a terribly wasteful way to end my days at lux.

6. a little goodwill goes a long way, and imbues the work with that much more meaning. it's sweet lah, the human connection.

7. it's worrying though, this very obvious lack of familiarity with my work even after 7 weeks, especially considering the assuredness exuded by my upperstudy when he was coaching me after a similar tenure. after action review another time, while i silently hope i fare better at the new place.